Alina POVBy the time I got home, the sun had dipped low enough to spill gold over the building across the street. My heels clicked in the hallway like punctuation marks, sharp and deliberate. Elizabeth’s voice was still in my head—bright, manic, and looping over “Barry won’t see it coming” like a broken song.I slid my key into the lock, pushed the door open, and—silence.No Dante. No deep, steady breathing from his study. No low hum of music he sometimes played when he was working late. Just the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air, stubborn as memory.I dropped my purse on the console table and toed off my shoes, flexing my sore feet. The quiet pressed around me in that way that made every movement sound too loud.Fine. If he wasn’t here, I’d find him.I padded into the kitchen, twisting my hair out of its ponytail as I went. The fridge door hissed open, spilling cold light over my hands. I pulled out vegetables for dinner—cherry tomatoes, fresh basil, pasta I could thro
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