Blind Spots

Cora.

The tension in the car was palpable. For some reason, it felt like I was the only one feeling it. Afterall, Enzo didn’t have to live with the guilt of knowing what my father did. I stayed glued to the seat without moving a muscle as he revved through, my mind churning with different questions. But the most crucial one stood out. Why on earth did my dad get me involved in this?

“You shouldn’t