Echoes of the Past

Cora.

I kept my eyes glued to his face, studying his reaction. Enzo averted his gaze, uneasiness creeping unto his features. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“I asked a simple question? How do you know when my mom died?”

“I don’t.”

“You just said she died fifteen years ago.”

“It was a very random statement.”

“Try harder. For some reason, you're not a very good liar today.”

His fingers co