Inevitable Collision

SERAFINA

My two worlds. Collided. Face to face.

Dante.

Dario.

Dario crouched in front of him, still in nothing but his boxers, one hand resting gently on Dante’s small shoulder. And Dante, my little boy, stood frozen in his dinosaur pajamas, messy hair stuck in odd angles, cheeks streaked with tears. He looked like he’d just crawled out of bed, shaken from some dream or maybe just disoriented.

But