Shattered Silence

Cassia

The night air of Venice had turned sharply cold by the time our private water taxi carried us away from the palazzo.

The dark waters of the Grand Canal lapped softly against the polished wood of the boat, reflecting the golden streetlamps and the ancient stone bridges. I leaned against Dante’s broad side, my hand resting over his thigh. He had draped his heavy tuxedo coat over my bare shoul