C122 CHAPTER HUNDRED TWENTY ONE

Vincent pov

I'm lost.

So fucking desperate for an answer. Or at least for someone to jump around the corner with a camera in hand, yelling "jokes on you".

I've been wandering the woods for hours. I don't have it in me to go back to Enya and break her beyond repair. Although she dreaded the possibility of pregnancy, I know she wanted to be a mother later. Neither of us ever had a real family