Vivian

The clock struck 1 am.

I thumbed through Divine Comedy, part one: Inferno. It was in the original Italian. My eyes barely skimmed a page before I flipped to the next one. I couldn’t focus on the story.

Where was Finn? Was he coming back to the cottage tonight?

The front door burst open and a gust of wind blew in.

I jumped up from the couch, my breath catching in my throat. My pulse quickened and I took a few steps back.

Finn crossed the ...