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CHAPTER 8: Dinner for Two

Auteur: B. Nelson
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-21 00:01:46

The dining room was built for twenty people.

Tonight it had two.

I sat where Elena pointed without a word, looked at the empty table stretching into the dark, and thought about how four days could completely dismantle a person's entire life.

Dante arrived at exactly eight.

Dark shirt, no tie, sleeves already rolled up. He sat at the head of the table and Elena appeared with food and wine, then disappeared just as quietly, and then it was just us and the candles burning between us and the silenc
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