Seven

"You have a daughter." Enzo repeated, his eyes moving from Gypsy to Elice.

Gypsy felt like her heart was going to fly out of her chest with how hard it was beating, and out of a pure reflex action, she grabbed the hand of her daughter and stepped out of the doorway, slamming the door shut.

She leaned her back against the door, placing her hand on her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. No! It couldn't be. She couldn't let Enzo know that he had a daughter.

"Are you okay, mummy?" Elice asked, her brows wrinkled in confusion. "Who is that man?"

"He's... He's..." The words stuck in her throat.

What was she supposed to say? She definitely couldn't tell her daughter that Enzo was her father. Elice would otherwise insist on bringing Enzo into their lives.

"He's no one, sweety. He's no one." She pulled her daughter closer to her and hugged her, her breathing still coming out heavily.

She half expected Enzo to bang on the door for her to open up, but nothing came. He'd obviously left.