na Viti

before the mass

e wedding, and the air h

entry. Flowers. Catering. The archite

ut of t

, my spine stiff against th

ante,"

gaze flickering over me,

Dante walked d

rk, bruised circles under his ey

me and

o be on a plane to

rough, a scr

my fligh

h his hair, a gestur

ng a burden? I don't have time for this

ow,"

ut the w

ted to give

piciously, making n

t is

orcing the title past my li

n't ta

stepped forward and to

r bombs," Da

ost s

st not the kind that explodes. It's

g to London,"

oked at me, his eyes searching

ha

said. "Somewhere you

," he

g in the air

bsolvin

d his ba

moving towards the house where m

ards the lie

e was just a blur agains

Dante," I

ck into

" I told

the highway, I rol

IM card out

*snap*, I bro

it out t

he asphalt and disappear

ped my hair a

a deep

ribs, but the air

ke blood or expens

ed like

s exactly what

nte Moretti died in a

in Sydney would be

nd let the distanc