My Hockey Alpha
he said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand.
I explained everything about the strange texts, the photos sent to me, the letter, and the pancakes. When I was finished, Enzo’s brow was furrowed. He had his hands clasped in front of him on the table and looked down at them with a puzzled look on his face.
“I know it sounds crazy,” I said, my voice shaking, “but you have to believe me.”
Enzo looked up from his hands then, his eyes flashing red momentarily.
“Of course I believe you, Nina.”