(Dante's POV)
Paris rain soaked through my thousand-dollar coat and filled my custom shoes with dirty street water. I stood across from Elena's apartment building for hours.
People passed under umbrellas, and the lobby porter checked me twice. Above him, one apartment window stayed lit.
The lobby door opened. Leo stepped outside alone.
He had grown taller. His navy French-school blazer fit neatly across his shoulders, and his face had lost the softness I remembered.
He carried his own satchel instead of dragging it behind him the way he used to. He spotted me across the street and showed no surprise.
I crossed without checking the traffic. A horn sounded, close enough to make Leo step back.
“Leo.” I stopped in front of him, dripping onto the pavement. “Clara is gone. I punished her.
