YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER NAME

**POV Enrico**

It hurt. It hurt like hell to hear it all laid bare like that. My little bunny, just like me, had always been alone. She’d lived a cursed life. Was that why fate had tangled our paths so tightly? Was that why, from that one night, an unbreakable bond had been born—the son who would tie us together and make us stronger?

I wanted to pull her into my arms, hold her so tight she could never doubt me again, and confess that Fred was dead. That the ...