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.

routes I intended to close.
So he used me.
He used your pregnancy.
Dante did not soften it.
A child would have given him leverage against me. But only if he controlled whether I knew she existed.
I remembered the day Victor first approached me outside the clinic.
He had known my name.
He had shown me photographs of Dante entering courtrooms, funerals, and continue reading …