Fourty-Five

GYPSY'S POV

Grabbing the rest of my dresses from the closet, I stuff them in my suitcase which is on the bed. My chest is heavy, as if a thousand weights are pressing on it, making breathing a not-so-easy task.

I've just returned from spending the whole day with my son at Mrs. Mehra's house. The only reason I didn't bring him back is because Mrs. Mehra thinks Enzo and me are still in the honeymoon phase and wouldn't allow it.

I smile, recalling how annoyed Zeke got when I kept being all affectionate with him, being all touchy and kissy.

He's used to me being affectionate but I guess I confused him today because I did it too much. If only he knew that he was almost taken away from me.

And when he kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eyes, and told me that he loved me very much, I nearly broke down in front of him.

And now I'm more sure than ever that I will die if anything happens to him.

That's why I've come to a decision: I'm going to disappear with my son.

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