Chapter 153. The Photos

Reese

I watched Candice and Mrs. Martin as they both attempted to reach Enzo by phone, yet he failed to answer their calls. This situation heightened my unease, leaving my thoughts in disarray regarding the events that had transpired.

I had no idea what was going on. Why people around me said things that were incomprehensible, making me feel as though I was the only one without understanding.

As Mrs. Martin’s expression shifted to one of panic due to Enzo’s continued silence, a sharp headache struck me once more. The image of Riza’s tearful gaze lingered in my mind, and I felt as though I might faint from the intensity of the pain.

I slowly moved away from them, making my way upstairs to Enzo’s bedroom. Perched on the edge of the bed, I pressed my hand against my head, grimacing in discomfort. I was starting to think that I had significantly underestimated the severity of this headache.

Could it be attributed to my lack of sleep the previous nigh