Chapter 67:

Kira’s POV:

I held my phone tightly as I listened to Dante’s voice through the speaker. His tone was apologetic but clipped, tense like he was juggling five things at once and trying not to drop a single one.

“If your mom could pack the food, that’d be great,” he said. “I’ll send the driver to pick it up.”

I tried to sound casual. Light. Breezy. Like it didn’t matter. “Yeah… of course. That’s fine