I nodded. I couldn’t imagine dating alone. It had always been us together.
“You’re a good guy. You’ll do fine, man. I trust in that.”
“I don’t know,” he muttered. “I guess I’ll wing it. She’s going to the gala with me. She’s invited herself over to make me dinner.”
“That’ll be nice. I’d be careful with Cole around. Even if Rosalie is there, it might set him off.”
“I know. I’ll just see how things go. I don’t want to be making waves for them. It’s nice seeing Cole so happy.”
“Yeah.” I smiled, wishing I could be there too. “Anything else going on? Why did Rosalie throw a crutch at you?”
“She met up with that Ryder guy. I said some stupid shit I regret.”
“Did you tell her you regret it and are sorry?” Enzo rarely apologized.
“Not really. I guess maybe in my own way. It’s hard having her here.” He paused. “I’d rather she not be here because it does hurt, but I know what this means to Cole.”
“Maybe come stay with me,” I offered. “This place has three bedrooms.”
“Maybe,” he muttered. “But then…”
“You’d miss out on what little time you can have with Rosalie,” I said softly.
“Pathetic, isn’t it? She’s been gone all these years, and I want to move on, yet I’m stuck hoping she will even look in my direction.”
My heart broke for him.
“This shit is all my fault. I’m so sorry?—”
“I knew what I was doing when I did it,” Enzo said abruptly. “And I’d do it again. I gave Fox his dying wish of setting her free, and I helped you. I have no regrets. I made choices that led us here. This is on me. It’s a fitting punishment.”
Fuck. He didn’t even know Evan was Fox. I wanted to tell him, but I promised.
All this shit needed to come out. I was tired of the last five years being what it was, but adding all this to the pile was really fucking me up.
“I was thinking after dinner we could go visit Fox’s grave,” Enzo continued.
I blew out a breath. “Or not.”
“What? Why not? It’s our monthly visit. Maybe Cole and Rosalie would meet us?—”
“She’s not going to meet us. She… wants us to forget about him. She wants us to move on, and I think she’s right.”
“What?” I could hear the frown in his voice.
“I just think maybe we’re dwelling on the past too much and that maybe we should try to move forward.”
Enzo was quiet for a long time before he spoke. “I-I can’t. I miss him,” his voice shook. “When shit was bad, I’d go to him and he’d fucking fix it. Fox always knew how to fix things with Rosalie. I-I need him more than ever.”
Fuck.
I swallowed hard.
Enzo was rarely vulnerable or spoke about his feelings. To know he felt this way was gutting me. Fox was alive and well and had our girl. He’d given her what he’d wanted her to have.
“I know. I just think it’s time, Enzo. Maybe letting him go will make things better. He’d want us to let him go.”
“I know,” he said thickly. “I know he would.”
