Enzo’s POV
The sun isn’t even up yet when I give up on sleep. I have been staring at the ceiling for hours, the faint creak of the house settling only making my thoughts louder.
I pour myself a coffee I don’t drink and stand at the balcony doors, watching the darkness peel away into grey. The air is cold, damp from the night. It should be enough to clear my head. It isn’t.
She’s still there, in my mind, in my hands, under my skin. Her voice, broken but certain, “I just want someone to love me.”
That was the moment I was lost. Not when she kissed me. Not when I kissed her back. But when she said those words like they were the last rope she had left to hold.
And I grabbed it.
Damn me for it.
This is the part of the job no one warns you about, not the bullets, not the betrayals, but th
