Ghosts of the Past

Dante

The house is too quiet.

After Cassian leaves my office, I sit there in the dark for a long while, long enough for the silence to get under my skin. Long enough for Vittoria's face to appear every time I blink. Long enough for anger and guilt to mix into something thick and suffocating.

I get up eventually. Cannot keep still.

When I come back into the living room, Marcello is sitting on the e