“I’m sorry,” I told Enzo. He tried to hide it, but I could see the hurt on his face. “Seriously, I am. I didn’t know what to say or how to explain it. I just…” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It even overwhelmed me, okay? I didn’t know how to have a conversation about it.” “We all do crazy shit,” Gin said. “Like some of us date, stalk, fuck cops, and don’t say anything either,” he pointed out.
