Drowning in Regret

In the early morning, in a private suite at the Baron Hotel.

Callum poured a whole bottle of red wine into the decanter. "You fell down the stairs and passed out, and Clara didn't even care if you lived or died. You should have realized that by now," he said.

Dante sat on the sofa, his elbows on his knees, holding a cigarette with one hand and resting his forehead on the other.

His pent-up anger w