Paper Promises

That day had been bad.

I didn’t feel like going downstairs. The weight of everything that happened...Matteo, Dario, Vance, my guilt, my silence, sat too heavily on my shoulders. And I guess Rosa knew I wanted to be by myself, because Dante didn’t come up to bother me. Not even once.

I stayed there, curled up in the room, until dinner time came. And I knew I had to go downstairs. Not for me. For my