Breaking Point
Aria’s POV
I never dreamed Dante would waltz back into my life with such power. Our conflict feels like a taut wire, poised to break at any moment. But now that a threat lurks in the shadows, the risks have become shockingly real. And for Sofia's benefit, I know I cannot afford to let my pride—or anxiety—get in the way.
Mid-morning here, and the weight of last night's chat still lingers on my mind. Sitting at the kitchen table, I watch Sofia squirm on a piece of paper with her small fingers gripping a vivid blue crayon. Ignorant of the threat Dante cautioned me about, she is laughing, and part of me longs for her innocence. If we hadn't run, if Dante had been with us all along, if we hadn't been split apart—what would life have been like?
But right now he is present in
