Chapter 45

  DANTE

  "Where are you?"

  I keep my eyes on the street ahead. Admist the moving vehicles, my sights remain on one figure. She's standing by the side walk, her hand on the door of a taxi.

  "I'm home," she answers, quick and nervously.

  My jaw tightens. "You're home." I drawl.

  She hesitates. "Y...

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