The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

mercy.
I hid him in the linen office, cleaned the cut above his ribs, and refused the envelope of money he offered me.
He returned the following night with coffee.
Then the next.
For six weeks, he became a man named Dante who liked old jazz records, hated sweet coffee, and listened when I spoke about my mother.
I knew he was wealthy.
I knew he carried danger continue reading …