My Forbidden Fruit
I added, “you’ll never stop wondering if he stayed because of love... or guilt.”
We stood there, staring at each other, the quiet crackling between us like static.
Then Carol turned—too fast, too stiff—and walked away.
And this time, she didn’t look back.
Then a memory came rushing back.
“What is it?” Enzo asked softly. “What are you crying for?”
I didn’t look up. I blinked, swallowed, then said, almost inaudibly, “The plants.”
Enzo raised a brow. “Bella, I’ll plant more plants like that,” he said gently. “Don’t cry over that. We’ll fix it.”
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