A Trap For Nora

"Dante, what's wrong with Nora?" Chloe forced the words through her teeth, trailing behind him as he carried Nora’s limp body into the master bedroom.

Dante laid his wife on the wide mattress, adjusting the pillows beneath her head. He hated having outsiders trespass into his private home, and the intrusion grated on his frayed nerves. He turned and shot Chloe a warning glare. "Go back and rest