Dante’s POV

The road stretched on endlessly in front of them, curving and receding towards the edge of the world. The sun rose, casting soft gold light through the hills, and pushed before it the last remnant of darkness. Lia sat in the passenger's seat to my right, leaning against the window, in thought. In the back, Luca slept, his small chest rising and falling in slow, regular breaths. Nico drove, his grip on the steering wheel slack, letting recent months weigh on him. We had won. Not ...