Dante

Strength returning was supposed to be a good thing. At least, that was what everyone around me seemed to believe. The doctors were satisfied with my recovery. The men around the mansion were relieved that their boss was finally awake and able to move around again. Nico had stopped looking like he was waiting for another disaster to happen every time he entered the room.

But with every passing day that my body became stronger, something else grew heavier inside me. ...