Carlota’s POV
A whole week had passed since everything happened. A lot of things within one week that I couldn't keep up with. I kept pretending things were normal, but they were not. Nothing feels normal anymore.
This morning, I was in the living room helping mom clean up the breakfast plates. My mind wasn’t even here. It was somewhere far away, thinking of things I didn’t want to think about.
That was when there was a knock at the door.
Mom sighed and said, “Carlota, check who is at the door.”
I wiped my hands quickly and hurried to the door. I didn’t expect anyone. No one ever really came here. So I opened it without thinking.
And I froze. I saw the person that I didn't want to see for a long time and the same person I thought was already dead.
Dante stood there, right in front
