a locked house.
“I’m Dante,” he said.
“We didn’t ask.”
“No,” he said. “You didn’t.”
He brought sandwiches and soup that day. He placed the bag on the ground and backed away before they approached it. Ava inspected everything. Mia waited until her sisters had taken bites before eating. Sophie cried silently over the hot soup and tried to hide it.
Dante came continue reading …
