You're mine, brother.
’ The memory of yesterday hit me like a truck, but I pushed it down.
“But you know, I don’t think,” I started, but the phone was suddenly snatched from my hand.
“Oh hii, Momm!” Enzo sang into the camera, waving his hand like an idiot. He leaned against the counter wearing nothing but shorts and a loose shirt, looking way too comfortable.
“Hello Lorenzo, it’s good to see you,” my mother responded, just as happily.