The Weight of Silence

Vittoria

The door closed quietly behind Dante, and the room felt. emptier.

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair as I faced my desk again, but I didn't sit. I couldn't. My body was too tightly wound, my mind too restless.

Dante had a talent for getting in my skin, making me question something I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't. The way he looked at me—with a look of intensity as if he saw somethin