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There’s a cup of coffee on the nightstand, and it makes me smile. It’s cold now, but he still cared enough to bring it to me. I should text Enzo to tell him good morning, but he seemed like he had something important to do today.
I get ready for the day and head downstairs to get Dante, but Luca stops me in the hallway. “You ready to go?”
“I thought Dante was taking me,” I say, realizing how rude I sound. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just confused.”
He shrugs. “It’s fine. I don’t know what’s up. Enzo called me and told me I’m taking you because Dante is sick. I thought you knew.”
“No. He left before I woke up. Give me a moment to check on Dante before we go,” I tell him, slipping into the bedroom.
Dante is curled up in the bed, a blanket pulled tightl
