Valeria

Aurelio's call stayed with me long after the conversation ended. Not because I had considered his offer. Not because there was even a small part of me that wanted to accept. There was no world where I handed Dante over to him. No situation where I willingly placed the man I loved back into the hands of the person who had spent years destroying his life. The thought itself made my stomach tighten.

But I still found myself replaying every word Aurelio had said. Every ...