Fear at the Doorstep

SERAFINA

I walk forward, sit in the chair across from his desk, and look at him, waiting for him to speak.

We’re staring at each other again before he clears his throat, then quickly avoids eye contact again.

“How are you holding up? How is Dante holding up with everything?” he asks.

I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat, and I tell him the truth.

“He’s doing really well. Better t