Clarissa’s POV
I woke up the next morning feeling really tired, I was relieved that Dante hadn't talked much about what happened that night. It was just a mistake and it was nobody's fault. The case was getting more complicated and I felt I was getting Dante distracted. He was trying the best he could…even more than he could.
But there were more pressing matters now, matters more important than our supposed feelings. I hadn’t planned on meeting Sasha again, not after everything that had happened. But when her message came through, a single line trembling with desperation, I found myself driving to the little café outside town, the kind of place where the air smelled faintly of burnt espresso.
The café was nearly empty when I arrived. Only two tables were occupied, both by people too ab
