Valeria

I laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling while my eyes refused to close no matter how hard I tried. I turned onto my side, then onto my back, and the sheets twisted around my legs until I kicked them off in frustration. Sleep just wouldn't come. Every time I shut my eyes, Dante's face appeared in my mind, along with his words from earlier about trusting me and his voice softening as he said it. It didn't feel real at all. For months, I had worked in his house, handling ...