Dante’s POV

The night air was oppressive, weighed down by something intangible. The motel's lot was virtually empty, except for several cars whose appearance made them appear to have stayed in position for decades. The neon sign caged in front of the office throbbed faintly, casting subdued light, and buzzing softly on the periphery. Inside, Lia sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Luca protectively in her arms, who had eventually dozed off. She hadn't uttered much ever since the knock on ...