Emilia couldn’t stop crying through her entire drive back home.
She tried wiping her eyes. She tried breathing slowly. She tried telling herself she could hold it in until she reached the house, but the tears kept coming in hot, uncontrollable streams. Everything inside her felt heavy—her head, her chest, her shoulders. By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was shaking.
She pushed open the door and walked into the quiet house.
Dante was in the living room. The moment he saw the way she staggered inside, his whole body went rigid.
“Emilia?” he called sharply, rising to his feet. “Emilia, what happened?”
At the sound of his voice, Emilia’s composure finally collapsed. Her eyes overflowed again as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. She didn’t even bother pretending. She couldn
