Silent Vigil

Vittoria

Dante.

He slouched against his car, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes afire with an intensity that stopped my breath in its tracks. He didn't say anything, didn't run to me, didn't demand if I was okay—because he already knew I wasn't.

I wasn't.

The instant I saw him, something within me was twisted. The sorrow that had engulfed me since last night hadn't relaxed its hold, but now