“Yeah, he gave yours to Vanessa, so just give her a call. Have you told her your news yet?” Mom grinned.
I shook my head, no. I was too tired to think about Victor going to our house to pick up our mail. I wasn’t expecting anything exciting anyway.
Shit. Victor.
I had to tell him I was pregnant, but I really didn’t want to.
I needed sleep first.
27
VICTOR
Every muscle in my body ached like fuck. I’d been hauling bricks and rubble for most of the day, and Ihadto stop sleeping on the fucking floor of that shithole I now called home.
Enzo was coming round tonight with takeout, and I had to admit it would be good to see a friendly face. It’d been a while.
So, I had ordered a bed, and I was mid-building it when the buzzer crackled to life. I groaned and stretched, preparing myself for Enzo’s reaction to my new place. I buzzed him in and waited at the open door, taking in his shocked expression as he made it upstairs.
“It’s above a wine shop.” Enzo raised his eyebrows and held out a takeout bag.
“I told you that,” I muttered, taking the bag from him. The food smelled delicious. I pulled out two noodle boxes and then frowned. I didn’t have any fucking cutlery.
“Forks are in the bag,” Enzo said, reading my mind. “I didn’t think you’d have time to pick any up.”
I nodded gratefully and tore open a box of deliciousness. “Thanks, man.”
Enzo stared around us, sucking in air through his teeth.
Forking noodles into my mouth, I saw the room as he was probably seeing it—a fucking shit tip.
“I know.” I glanced at him. “I need to do it up or something.”
“Something? Burn it maybe?” Enzo scoffed, sitting on the camp bed carefully, like he was afraid it was going to buckle beneath him.
“It’s the best I could do.”
Enzo shrugged before tearing open his noodle box. “It’s your own space, I guess. What are you building?”
I stared down at the base of the bed and lifted a brow. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a bed.”
Enzo squinted. “Ah yeah. Fuck, it sucks to be you.”
I exhaled through my nose and focused on my food, wondering how long he was planning on staying. He wasn’t doing much to bring my mood up, that was for sure.
“So, wanna help me build it?”
“Sure. Let me eat this first.” Enzo frowned, like he had something to say but didn’t know how to say it.
“What?” I asked, shovelling food into my mouth. It was so fucking good. I’d been living off sandwiches and whatever I could grab from the 7-Eleven.
“Lila’s back.” Enzo dropped his gaze and I suddenly felt sick.
“She is?”
I hadn’t looked at her social media in a few days. It wasn’t healthy stalking her like I was, so I tried to focus on other stuff. I grabbed my phone and scrolled to her profile, and sure enough, the latest image was of a coffee cup in front of a row of houses that looked familiar but none of which was ours.
I squinted and zoomed in, peering at the screen.
