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DANTE
“Relationships are about trust, Dante. If you have to play private investigator, then it’s time to move on.” My sister’s voice came through the car phone on my way to pick up Savanna from work. Easy for her to say. She and her husband were happily married since right after high school and lived with their kid six hours south in Monterey County.
“I’m not siccing a detective on her, Jacqueline. I’m keeping her safe,” I said, tapping a defensive beat on the steering wheel with my fingers. “There’s a difference.”
The only way I’d rest easy was knowing Savanna had a security detail on her when I wasn’t with her. After a day of letting her go off to work without protection, I knew that.
“Alright, little brother. Whatever you say. I’m just warning you, she might not think you’re doi
