A R I A N A

Two days had passed since the dinner at my parents' house, and things have been a little bit too strange, and confusing.

Dante had been...different.

He showed up at breakfast yesterday morning before leaving for work, he sat there drinking coffee while I ate, not saying much.

Then he asked if I needed anything before leaving.

This morning, same thing.

It was unsettling the Dante I knew didn't do "nice." He didn't check on people, he commanded, he ...