Valeria

The car was eeringly quiet. I kept staring out the window, but I wasn’t really looking at anything. My thoughts kept circling. And the harder I tried to silence them, the louder, and the heavier they came back.

I mean, it all happened in a sudden. One minute I was struggling to hold myself together, swallowing all that shame, trying not to overreact as I saw her hands aiming towards me— and then, there he was. Dante. Standing right between me and Clara.

He had caught her hand. Not ...