Dante’s pov

Dante locked the door behind him, his heart pounding audibly in his ears. The apartment appeared more confined, narrower— as if the walls were closing in. He set the grocery bags down on the counter, but his hands stayed clenched into fists. Lia instantly noticed it. She sat on the sofa next to Luca, helping him with his assignments. She looked at Dante, observing the rigidity in his posture and how he stayed unnaturally still. "What happened?" she asked, her tone wary. Dante ...