“Can we talk?”After dinner, Cora had gone to her room. She looked up as Dante walked in. “Dante…”“The man's hand is going to be fine.” He sat on the edge of her bed and drew her into his arms. “That's been worrying you for days, hasn't it?”“Yeah.” Cora lowered her eyes. She looked as though a weight had finally lifted. “Why was he there?”“Because you were smart enough to catch them cooking the books. They overheard you and wanted to scare you into keeping quiet.” Dante's voice softened. “I don't think you did anything wrong. You did a good job protecting yourself, Coco. You should give yourself credit for that, shouldn't you?”“Yeah, but I hurt him.” All her life, she'd been taught that you talked things through. You didn't hurt people.“Being kind shouldn't leave you defenseless. You keep yourself safe first. I'll take care of the rest.”Tears had already spilled down Cora's cheeks. “Dante, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”“Come on, no more tears. Keep crying and I'll put you over my kn
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