CARTERDante showed up at my place without warning.I knew it was him the moment I heard the knock. It was firm and impatient, like he didn’t believe in waiting for permission. When I opened the door, he was already halfway inside, coat still on, eyes sharp and assessing like he was stepping into a crime scene.“You’re supposed to be in Canada,” I said.“Was,” he replied. “Cut it short.”That alone told me everything.He dropped his bag by the couch and finally looked at me properly. Really looked. His expression shifted just a bit, but I caught it.“You look like hell,” he said.“Feeling matches,” I replied, closing the door.We sat opposite each other, the city humming faintly through the windows. Dante leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped.“Start from the beginning,” he said. “And quit the professional talk.”I exhaled slowly.“There’s a lot going on you know. So I don't exactly have something to say”“Just talk. Is your mum good?”“Speaking of that. She calls me fro
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