After Enzo had his little tantrum, Belinda and dad did nothing but scream at each other in Italian. I seriously need to learn the language. Clay was sitting watching it all unfold, his head darting back and forth between the two. I snuck away to find Enzo, I wanted to make sure he was ok.
When I knocked on his bedroom door, I heard him sniffling, the poor boy was crying because of whatever Belinda had said to him. My heart broke a little hearing him sobbing. He did eventually open the door for me and the minute I was inside he locked it behind me.
“Enzo, are you ok?” I asked him as he started to pace the floor of his room.
“No.” he huffed and threw himself on his bed.
“What did your mum say?” I asked as I ran my hand over his back.
“That I wasn’t allowed to leave Italy. That dad h
