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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 282

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 282: Once a Home, Now Empty

Nina

“Come on,” Enzo said as he handed me my helmet. “We’re going on another ride.”

I raised my eyebrows as I took the helmet. “Where are we going?” I asked. Enzo didn’t answer. He just got on the motorcycle, and then started it up once I got on behind him. We started driving back out onto the main road. A few minutes later, I realized where we were going.

We were going to Enzo’s father’s house. I felt a lump rise into my throat when I saw the square silhouette of the modern home rise in the distance; I hoped that Enzo wasn’t planning on confronting Lewis that night with no backup.

But as we pulled up into the driveway, the house looked dark and empty. There were no cars in the driveway. Enzo parked the motorcycle and we climbed off and headed up to the door, which was cracked open and creaking in the breeze.

looked around for a moment before throwing me a

the door. The house was dark and empty. Things were strewn about as though the place had been ransacked, and

Lewis did this?” I asked

himself thoughtfully as though he was taking account of what had been stolen. I looked around as well, but as I did, I noticed something; most of the expensive things, such as art and electronics, were left alone. The whole place was ransacked, but the things that any typical robber would steal were still there. Instead, it was as though they were looking for something specific, which made me think that it really must

could tell that he was sad. Even though I knew that he didn’t particularly care for this house

Enzo replied matter-of-factly. “My father may have had something hidden in here that Lewis wanted. Money, probably. Either way, it seems as though he found what he was looking for. Either

frowned and touched Enzo’s arm. “I’m

Without a word, he bent down

who I had never seen before, and a little boy. As I looked at it, I realized that it was a family photo with Richard, Enzo’s mother, and Enzo as a child. Enzo’s mother was beautiful, with curly black

and pocket it. Surely Enzo would refuse to take it at that moment, but I knew that he would want it down the road. And someday, maybe we could come back here and clean the place up. Technically, the house belonged to Enzo now. I didn’t know if he would want to keep it or sell it, but

Enzo’s footsteps coming back down the stairs. I peeked around the corner to see that he seemed to be slipping something small into his pocket; assuming that it was just something sentimental, I decided not to pry. Enzo walked up to me then and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, casting

home,”