Dante

I couldn’t sit still.

The moment the door slammed behind me, the hallway felt too narrow, and the air too thick. I leaned my back against the wall outside her room, with my arms crossed tight over my chest like that could hold everything in. My heart was still hammering from what we’d almost done—what I’d almost let myself do.

She’d been gone for hours.

No call. No message. No trace. Just vanished into the night after that question as though I was the enemy instead of the ...