DANTE’S POV:
The water is cold and heavy against my skin as my pale body struggles to stay alive.
I am sinking. The surface is too far for my hands to break through, and in seconds it becomes out of reach. My lungs are screaming for air that isn’t there.
As I am being pulled into the abyss, I hear a small voice, with her dog barking. Then, I see her present figure—my wife—as she reaches out to me.
“Dante! Let me help you! Dante!”
I try to struggle for her, but the moment she grabs my hand, she turns to Marco, pushing me back into the water.
“You deserve to die!” he yells as I sink.
In a few seconds, I feel myself dying, but then…
I jerk upright, a choked gasp tearing from my lungs as I claw at the air. My heartbeat is frantic, slamming into my chest like a caged animal. I’m not in
