Chapter 62

• Sitting next to Dante, who was driving at high speed on the road towards Rome, I watched the landscape swiftly pass by. Dante wore sunglasses, and occasionally, he would burst into laughter, the sound reverberating inside the car. I looked at him seriously, intrigued by what could be causing such amusement.
• “You seem pretty happy,” I commented, keeping my voice controlled.
• Dante smiled casually. “I'm just reminiscing about the last time we passed through here. You were nervous about my driving.”