Isabella automatically stepped back to let him in, her mind already calculating. Already trying to understand what his presence here meant, why he'd come without calling, why he looked at her like that.
Like she'd done something.
"Enzo, I...."
"Close the door, Isabella."
She closed it.
He moved through her apartment slowly, not sitting down, not removing his coat. Just taking in the space, the candles, the wine, the table set for two. His eyes moved the setting.
"You're expecting someone," he said. Not a question.
"A friend," Isabella said carefully.
"A friend." Enzo turned to face her, and something in his expression made her stomach drop. "Do you know his name?"
Isabella opened her mouth.
Closed it.
A cold feeling began spreading through her chest.
"Of course I do," she said.
"Say it." His voice was very quiet.
"Enzo, this is a strange conversation...."
"Say his name, Isabella."
The silence stretched between them like a wire pulled too tight.
Isabella said nothing.
