Seventy Seven

ISABELLA—-

“Enzo almost died!!!” I yelled like it just happened,

“Calm down Isabella… it was really critical but we got a hang of it and that’s why you saw Enzo.” Alex assured me as I tried to keep a fake smile on my face.

“You don’t have to keep trying to look happy if you are breaking down inside Isabella.” Alex added while I continued to stare at Enzo who was still lying still on the bed with his eyes wide opened.

“ I missed him so much and was expecting him to come back to me in good health but he didn’t.” I whispered to myself.

As I stood there, staring at Enzo lying motionless on the hospital bed, my mind began to wander. I had imagined his return so differently. I had pictured him walking through the front door, a smile on his face, his arms open wide to embrace me and our child. I had imagined him healthy and strong, ready to take on the world with us by his side.

But reality had shattered those dreams. Enzo had come back to me, but not in the way I had hoped. He was weak, hi