DANTE's POV
She was in the bathroom for a long while and she was too quiet.
“Francesca” I called out
There was no response and this made my heart flip in my chest as I rose.
I rapped the door twice, calling out her name and when there was still no response, I kicked it open with my eyes darting around.
She was sitting in the corner with her legs drawn up and her face streaked with tears.
“What the f**k are you doing?” She screamed, rising to her feet.
“I called for you but… what is the matter?” I asked, reaching her side immediately.
I had thought maybe the reason she had not been responding was because she was trying to kill herself. It wasn’t something I could put past her given her response to my inquiry.
“I need space, please” She muttered.
“What the f**k happened? Tell me”
