Chapter 17 Shattered

• My eyes blinked rapidly as I tried to shake off the disbelief that gripped me. Antonia? I rubbed my eyes, hoping that this was just a cruel trick of my imagination or perhaps a surreal dream. But, unmistakably, it was her – Antonia.
• Confusion and bewilderment clouded my thoughts. Dante had spoken ill of Antonia numerous times, highlighting the harsh treatment she had subjected me to in the past.
• Why, then, was he standing beside her at this peculiar hour? The contradiction between my understanding of Dante's feelings towards Antonia and the reality unfolding before me created a disorienting sense of unreality.