Severed Ties

Vittoria

The morning air was thick, turbulent, the kind that appeared to hold secrets in its gust.

Dante hadn't uttered a single word during the drive. His fingers drummed once against the steering wheel, the lone external sign of the tempest I knew seethed beneath that impassive, unrumpled facade. Jaw clenched, eyes staring at the road, the minute glint of sun off the hood of the vehicle.

The D'A