Cold Confession

Clara set her fork down and stood in front of Dante. Her eyes were as cold as if she were staring at a stranger. "I remember clearly. You were standing right here that day," she said.

"You said someone like me, a poor person, would eat spaghetti for the rest of their life," she continued. "You said someone like me only deserves..."

"Enough, Clara," Dante suddenly interrupted, his hands gripping he