Third-Person POV
By the time the second day of them leaving Emilia’s house rolled by, too many people had begun plotting. Dante could only settle in a two-bedroom apartment within the shabbiest neighborhood, where cats and dogs roamed the streets at will, with neighbors having their noses in everyone’s business. The rotten stench of decay mixed with cigarette smoke hovered in the air; everything was unbearable, even the air wasn’t pure.
Amalia folded her lips; her nose hung upwards as she dragged herself to the second floor. She couldn’t believe they had descended so low. One minute they were living a luxurious life: a well-furnished penthouse, a serene neighborhood, and cars to their names. But here they stood, with hired cars, polluted air, and a stain-tainted apartment that looked lik
