Lia's POV

The night seemed denser than normal. I reclined on the narrow, squeaky bed next to my son, gazing at the ceiling and hearing the soft whisper of the wind against the window. The atmosphere was heavy with moisture, yet I felt chilly internally. Rest no longer arrived with ease. As the world fell silent, my thoughts shouted the most. Whenever I shut my eyes, I envisioned him. Dante. The man I had escaped from. The man who had both sacrificed and rescued me. What's the most ...