DANTE’S POV

Before I reached to open her door, she was already fading into the hallway toward her mother’s quarters.

I sighed, tangling my fingers through my hair. I could understand how she must be feeling, probably overwhelmed and confused.

It reminded me of the day a guard was sent to inform me of my Father's sudden illness. While I was in training.

I locked the car and followed behind her, but didn’t call her back. This was the kind of moment I should let her walk ...