I slammed the door behind me the moment I stepped into my room. The sound echoed through, sharp and loud, like it was trying to break something inside my head. I didn’t care. I wanted the world to feel what I was feeling.

Carlota’s voice replayed in my mind. He came to her house and threatened her. Dante, the name burned. He's the same bastard who fought me. Now I realize where the words leaving his wife came from. She doesn't belong to him, she never did. 

I can't bring myself to ...