The Weight of Betrayal

Dante

The air was thick with the scent of rain, heavy and weighted with the promise of an imminent storm. It had been a long day, wasted in meetings, with figures and problems that refused to balance. But throughout, my mind had been elsewhere.

With her.

Vittoria D'Amore.

I'd talked to her previously, but the exhaustion in her tone lingered with me long after we'd disconnected. I could hear it—the