Chapter 81 Silent Aria

• DANTE
• I cradled Marisol in my arms, my breath shallow, as if the weight of six years of grief had suddenly crushed my lungs. For six years, I’d believed she was gone, that my cowardice, my arrogance, my pathetic fear of vulnerability had destroyed the only thing that ever mattered. I’d convinced myself pushing her away was protection. I told myself divorce would spare us both more pain. I thought distance could kill love.
• God, what a fool I’d been.