NovelBookChapter 0607 At the mention of Selena, the kitchen fell silent. I could see my father's expression twist slightly, and he quickly turned his back. He was pretending to check on the chicken in the oven, but I knew that he was just trying to keep himself from crying.
I opened my mouth to say something, but then my mother quickly shook her head and shota look. I sighed, relenting. It was a sensitive subject, after all, and maybe today wasn't the best day to have a discussion about my dead twin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the evening wore on, Enzo eventually emerged and we all pitched in to prepare the rest of the meal. Despite the initial chaos, dinner preparations went surprisingly smoothly. Before I knew it, the table was laden with fragrant food, flickering candles, and various wines.
*Sparkling juice for you," my mother said, handinga glass with a wink. I took it gratefully and rolled my eyes. ()*Thanks, mom." *Man, it's a good thing Nina is pregnant," Enzo teased as he sat down beside me. "Finally, she has a good excuse not to be hitting the bottle all the time." "Hey!" I yelled, smacking his arm. "That's not true! I barely drink!" But Enzo just laughed. "Sure, and I barely play hockey." Eventually, once we were all sat down for dinner, the conversation flowed freely. We talked about anything and everything, and it was a nice change from the usual talk of doom and gloom.
But then, midway through the meal, my father finally broached the subject that had been lingering in the air." Nina, sweetheart," he began cautiously, "when are you officially moving in with us?" I exchanged a glance with Enzo, who offered a reassuring smile. It was a conversation we had been anticipating. but it still madeuneasy. I hated the idea of losing my independence, but I knew it was better forto be here, just as I had promised.
"We only want to make sure you and the baby are well taken care of," my mother added, her gaze filled with concern.
I nodded. "I know, guys. I'll work out the details soon. I promise." With a smile, my father nodded and returned to his meal. But as I looked at Enzo, I couldn't help but wonder when exactly I would be moving in.
"What do you think?" I asked. "You were going to start work early, weren't you?" Enzo's expression shifted slightly, a hint of uncertainty crossing his features. I felt as though I had struck a nerve, and it instantly madewonder what I had said that bothered him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Let's discuss it later," was all he replied, his voice quieter than usual.
Later that evening, as we returned to our bedroom, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Enzo. He had joked here and there, but he had still been unusually quiet throughout dinner, and it was makingworried.
"Enzo," I began as he began to undress, "did I upset you earlier by bringing up work?"
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes avoiding mine as he slipped off his shirt. "No, not at all," he said. "I've just been stressing about you and the baby. But I'm better now."
I watched Enzo for a few moments m as he sat on the edge of the bed and tugged his shoes off. There was something in his tone, something in his movements, that madethink that he wasn't being entirely truthful. I could feel it. And then it happened.
I reached out to him to touch his hand, and he flinched, his eyes m widening ever so slightly. It causedto recoil, and it instantly filledwith a sense of dread. "Enzo," I murmured cautiously, "what really happened with your wrist?" ab
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