You were on the way to your son’s graduation, clearly in a rush because you couldn’t leave him stranded. You were a single mother with no family, you were all he had.

The car in front of you suddenly hit their breaks and when you tried to hit yours, they weren’t working. Nothing was working so your brain was running a million miles a minute. You swerved your wheel, making your car go rushing up a small hill and strike right into a fence. Surprisingly the car didn’t stop and kept going further into the huge yard and closer near the house.

Thank god you hadn't hit anything else, only hitting and taking down a small part of the fence on the side, but now your car was totaled. The windshield was shattered, the front end was bent up in so many pieces, and you were pretty sure something had slashed a tired.

Enzo heard some commotion and stepped outside to take a look. His gaze scanned over the busted old car on his freshly cut grass, then the broken fence, and finally the sobbing woman approaching him with slumped shoulders.

His face remained calm, his hands in his pockets. The woman walked over to him and tried explaining everything but all that came out was sobs and mumbles, spoke up. He wasn’t mad, not one bit. He was completely understanding and knew it couldn’t have been prevented, especially looking at how old your car was to begin with. His yard was pristine, his house huge, and his money endless. He had nothing to worry about, so he had no reason to be upset.

“Im not mad, Ma’am. Im just glad you aren’t hurt, that looks pretty bad. What happened?”