Dante sat across from her, calm as ever, sipping his water like she hadn't just verbally torn him apart.
He didn't respond. Didn't defend himself. Just drank his water and stared at some spot on the table like this conversation wasn't even happening.
Nonna rapped her knuckles on the table, her expression somewhere between furious and fond. "Say something! Stop sitting there like a statue!"
Dante set his cup down with this deliberate slowness, his eyes flicking to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Our gazes met for half a second before he turned back to Nonna.
"Didn't you say I had to come back and keep you company this morning?"
"Hmph!" Nonna crossed her arms. "I thought you'd ignore me like you do everything else!"
"I wouldn't dare."
His tone was so flat, so utterly devoid
