Chapter 73

• Olivia
• That kiss felt like a surrender. A suffocating relief after months of tension and silence. But at the same time, there was something destructive in it. It was as if Dante and I were clinging to the last fragments of something we no longer knew could be fixed.
• When we pulled apart, the world around us felt colder. He stayed close, his fingers still brushing my face, as if he feared that letting go would make everything disappear. And I felt that too.