CHAPTER 51
Dante's POV
I held my mom's hand as we walked toward the cars. The sun was rising over the trees, giving a warm glow to the shiny, black vehicles parked in the driveway.
I could barely hear the engines running my attention was on the woman next to me. She was the only source of comfort in my crazy life - a life where fears felt too real, and bad dreams sometimes felt like reality.
“Son, are you listening?” she asked quietly, her voice having the kind authority that only a mom can have.
I snapped out of my daydream and looked at her. “Yes.” I said without thinking, even though I wasn't really paying attention.
Her eyes, sharp and perceptive, saw right through me. “You’ve been distracted lately.” she said as we walked to the car. Two guards stepped forward to open the door,
