Ruined Escape

Enzo.

The walls were plastered with pictures. Pictures that meant things to me. Pictures that captured my childhood. Some showed me at events hosted by my father when I was a kid. Some showed my mother and sister. Some showed moments we had posed as a family, carefree smiles on our faces.

Someone out there was playing games with me, and I had no idea who it was. I had gotten Arturo checked because