The Price of Defiance

Things got worse, so much worse that I ended up feeding Dante dry bread with water.

I had baked the bread myself, scraping together what was left of the flour. I tried to make it soft, tried to make it taste like love, but it was just dry, tasteless. That night, after I tucked Dante into bed and kissed his forehead, I went to my room and broke down.

I cried, not because of the bread, not because o