Chapter 73 The Rhythm Of Obsession

• DANTE
• I sat in the surveillance room, my eyes locked on the screen, waiting for Marisol to come out of her bedroom. A month had passed, yet every morning dragged the same weight behind it. Thick with tension, the hum of electronics grinding against my nerves, a constant reminder of how far I’d fallen. My fingers tapped restlessly against the cold metal desk, the rhythm syncing with my heartbeat, too fast, too tight.
• My thoughts wandered, pulling a knot tighter in my chest. Weeks of phone calls, video chats, laughter shared between her and Carlos while he pranced around the world on his goddamn tour. The distance didn’t weaken them. If anything, it pulled them closer. Closer than I’d been to her in years. It gnawed at me, fed my jealousy like kindling to a fire I couldn’t control.