Chapter 47

• DANTE'S POV
• After a long and boring drive, I finally reached my house. My footsteps felt heavy, almost as if they were sinking into the ground. The house seemed colder than usual, emptier.
• I poured myself a drink and sat down, staring at the amber liquid swirl in the glass. I could still feel the tension in my shoulders, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. But now, alone in the dim light of my study, I felt something else creeping in — a sense of guilt that I couldn’t shake off.