Dante
I pull the car up in front of the abstract red sculpture that marks the front of the Tandon Institute, and Eleni turns to me with a glare.
“What the hell are we doing here?”
I park. “You know, I think the sculpture looks like a bunch of checkers falling over. What about you?”
“Dante.” She crosses her arms. “Answer me.”
I smile. I knew she was going to react like this. In truth, I don’t really care. She’s staying. She’s finding a way to get used to the fact that I killed Christos. It’s not over between us, and I don’t have to spend the rest of my life wishing I never told her. Even the ache in my chest can’t bring me down today. I climb out of the car without answering, circle around the hood, and try to open her door.
It’s locked. She locked it. She stares through the window at
