Chapter 67 Out of Tune

• DANTE
• I hadn’t slept. Not even a minute.
• I still couldn’t believe Marisol was alive. Alive. Sitting across from her at dinner last night had felt like some kind of dream. Or maybe a trick of grief. Her laugh hadn’t changed. Not really. It still had that little catch at the end, like she was trying not to lose herself completely in it. I’d forgotten the sound of it until I heard it again, and then it was like no time had passed at all. Except it had. Six years. Six years of silence.