Dante’s pov

The morning sun poured over the horizon, tinting the sky in gentle hues of gold and lavender. The scent of salt and wildflowers filled the air, brought by the ocean wind. I stood on the rear patio, coffee held, observing the waves surge in. Two years had passed. Two years have passed since we turned our backs on the existence that almost engulfed us completely. Two years have passed since we ceased running, since we opted for an alternative. Because we selected ourselves. And I ...