D A N T E

I left the house feeling good.

Satisfied.

I finally felt like things were falling back into place, I was succeeding in making her stay with me.

I got to my office, and Antonio was already there, leaning against my desk.

“You are smiling,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Did the world end? Did Dante Russo finally learn how to be happy?”

I scowled at him, but I couldn’t completely wipe the feeling away. “Shut up, Antonio.”

He laughed, ...