Book 3: Rubbing Elbows

Dante

Monday morning after Mama arrives, I move her into the apartment in the city with El and Gianna.

“Are you certain you can carry this?” She furrows her brow at the three suitcases in my hands.

I nod, trying to turn a grimace into a pained smile. I’m so happy she’s here. I’m so happy El’ s happy. She has so much goddamn stuff.

With another frown, she waves me ahead of her, and I stumble into the lobby of the building.

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Tuesday afternoon, I tap my foot on the floor of the elevator. I managed to sneak out between meetings just in time to meet Eleni when she comes home from classes and steal a few minutes. Usually, my Tuesdays are jam-packed, so I’m hoping to surprise her. I fidget with the bouquet of flowers I picked up on a whim.

Ding. The elevator doors open, and the first sound that greets my ears is high, feminine laughter. I frown. I checked her schedule. El shouldn’t be back yet.

“Hello?” I call.

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