When I pulled into his driveway, his car was there. Lights on in the living room so I knew he was home.
I sat in my car for five full minutes, trying to work up the courage to get out.
What if he slams the door in my face? What if he tells me to leave? What if he's already decided I'm not worth the trouble?
But then I remembered what Olive said.
At some point, you have to be brave enough to stay.
I got out of the car and walked to his door.
I knocked then I heard footsteps.
The door opened and there he was.
Enzo stood in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, hair messy like he'd been running his hands through it and his eyes were tired.
He looked at me like he wasn't sure if I was real.
"Elena," he said quietly.
"Hi."
We stood there for a minute, just staring at each o
