ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

The drive to Clayton's mansion from my house was about an hour, but I made it in twenty five minutes. As expected, he was around, along with Natasha. They seemed to be having dinner, and when I walked in, I was struck by how peaceful they both seemed, how they seemed so much in love. The sheer joy on Natasha's face was a mockery to the heaviness in my heart.

"Ohh, hey, big brother," Clayton said from the table. "Please, join us."

He motioned towards an empty chair for me ...