Chapter 16 Sweet To Sour

• The air in the room hung heavy with tension as I mustered the courage to confront Dante about his distant behavior and the late nights. "Dante," I began, my voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and concern, "we need to talk about what's been happening lately."
• He met my gaze with an intensity that seemed different, an unsettling shift from the warmth I once knew. Without a word, I could feel the weight of his unspoken troubles, and my heart ached for the connection we seemed to be losing.
• "What's going on? Please, talk to me," I pleaded, reaching out for an explanation, for any sign that the man before me was still the Dante I loved.