DANTE
I wove through the crowd, to go find mom. The door was left slightly open. I knocked twice, then pushed it wider.
She stood by the window, still in her robe, staring out but she seemed to have zoned off. When she heard me enter, she turned with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Dante." She opened her arms.
I crossed the room and pulled her into a hug. "Merry Christmas, Mom."
"Merry Christmas, baby." Her voice wavered a bit.
I pulled back, studying her face. "Why aren't you out there enjoying the party you threw?"
"I just needed a moment to myself." She touched my cheek. "It's been a long day."
"Mom." I kept my voice gentle. "I didn't know this was going to be a big party. I only came because I promised you. You know I hate crowds."
Her smile softened but her body remained
