Chapter 652 House Hunting
- Nina
- The whisper of the wind and the distant hum of the campus came as a backdrop to our conversation. Enzo and I were sitting on the steps of our university dorm, a stack of housing catalogs spread out around us, dog-eared and underlined with no luck.
- Enzo ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his furrowed brows. “Nina, none of these places feel right. They're not...us.”