27. Dante

My heart jumps into my throat as I run forward to catch her but I was too far away. By the time I get to her, she's at the bottom of the stairs face down. I kneel beside her not sure what to do.

"Shit baby, are you okay?"

"No"

I'm afraid to touch her. What if she broke something and moving her makes it worse? "Where does it hurt?" I ask trying to see if she's bleeding. No blood. At least not in my line of sight.

"This is so embarrassing. I want to die" she cries hiding her face behind her hair. Taking her arms, I pull her up. She's fine.

"You should be lucky you didn't break your bones. What were you thinking?"

"Stop yelling at me in front of other people"

"Are you sure you're okay? Try to move your hands and feet" she sidesteps me and walks to the kitchen straightening her robe.

"Good morning, Sal"

"Morning Em. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Aside from being embarrassed? I'm fine" she says pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a sip. I rub a hand down my face, will