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The flight back to New York was silent.
Eight hours of Dante trying to talk to me. Eight hours of me staring out the window. Seeing nothing. Feeling..
Feeling everything shatter.
My father. My father had...
Had planned to murder his own family. Had worked with Vincent. Had...
Had made me an orphan by design. I couldn't come to terms with what made him do this.. depresssion?
“Aria.” Dante’s hand on my knee. “Please. Talk to me. Say..say anything.”
“What do you want me to say?” I finally looked at him. “That it’s okay? That...that I forgive you for lying? For..for staying silent while my family was slaughtered?”
“No. I don’t..I don’t expect forgiveness. I just..” He stopped. “I just need you to know. That I was trying to...to protect you. Your father threatened...”
“My f
