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Rafael checks on me now and then. He lays with me for a little while. Brings me snacks. Offers to help me up and asks me to do stuff, like watch movies, but I don’t want to. I lie in bed, hugging my unicorn.
Hoping Enzo comes back.
He doesn’t.
He doesn’t come back.
It’s been days, and he doesn’t come back.
Chapter Seventy-Three
Jordan
“It’s been two weeks,” I say.
“I know,” Rafael says, shoving a meatball in his mouth.
I sigh as I stare down at my plate, still not hungry.
“Jordan, please eat,” he says, sounding exasperated.
“I’m not hungry.”
“And I understand that, but you need to eat. It isn’t just for you.”
I stab a meatball and take a bite. Not for me, but for my babies. Rafael learned quickly the only way to get me to do things is to say it’s for them, and not for me.
Enzo is gone. He left me. Left us, I guess.
He was so worried about me leaving this entire time, but it’s him who left me. I don’t know if he’s alive. Don’t know a damn thing. He and both his ass-kissers haven’t been here since I was brought back. Sure, the other guys are here, but when I grill them, shout at them for answers, even threaten to put rat poison in their coffee, they tell me they don’t know anything.
And maybe that’s true. Enzo probably hasn’t said anything, knowing I’d do whatever it took to get the info out of them.
“How are you not upset?” I ask.
Rafael drops his fork to the table with a clatter. “Please, stop asking me that.”
“Well, I want to know,” I argue. “Just tell me so I can do it too. I don’t want to feel like this.”
“I feel very similar to the way you do, Jordan. Enzo and I had a different relationship, but I still care about him. I’m worried about him too. Mostly for you and the babies. But trust me, I’m not okay over here, so stop thinking I am.”
I hold his gaze for a long time, before pulling it away and going back to my food. I eat only half of it, but Rafael is satisfied when he sees my plate.
“Let’s go watch a movie,” he says as we walk out of the kitchen.
I groan. “I’m tired of watching movies.”
“Then let’s play a board game.”
“No.”
“Jordan—”
I come to a stop. Rafael does too.
“I don’t want to do anything, Rafael! I just want to—”
He storms toward me, getting right in my face.
