ANGELA
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The helicopter doesn’t feel real. Nothing does.
The noise is still there- the blades, the wind, the distant ringing in my ears- but it all sounds… far away. Like I’m underwater. Like I’m no longer fully inside my own body. I don’t remember the flight.
Not really. Just flashes.
Dante talking to the pilot. Marco checking the perimeter below. My mother whispering something into my hair as she holds me.
I don’t respond. I can’t.
Because if I do- if I let myself feel even a fraction of what just happened-
I won’t survive it.
I don't want to feel anything.
The landing is rough. The helicopter dips sharply before hitting the ground, the impact jolting through my body- but I barely react.
“Out. Now.” Dante’s voice cuts through everything, sharp and commanding.
I don’t look at him. I can’t.
Because the absence of his usual humor… the lack of that effortless grin- It says more than anything else.
He's gone.
The door is yanked open. Cold air rushes in. Hands guide me out, but I move on my own this time. One step. Then another.
"This is one of the safe houses we own." Dante mutters briefly. "We have one almost everywhere.
The safe house comes into view- isolated, heavily guarded, lights already on like they were expecting us. Of course they were.
He plans everything.
Except this. Inside, everything is controlled chaos. Men move quickly, speaking in low, urgent voices. Weapons are checked. Doors are locked. Windows covered.
Secure. Safe.
And I feel nothing.
My mother tries to guide me toward a couch. “Angela, sit—”
“I’m fine.”
My voice comes out flat. Empty. Not mine.
She hesitates and I don’t look at her. If I do, I might break again. And I can’t afford that.
Not now. Not ever.
Dante is already across the room, phone pressed to his ear, pacing like a man holding the world together by a thread.
“I want confirmation,” he snaps. I don't even recognise his voice. He seems different, closed off...
“I don’t care how- get me something.”
A pause. His jaw tightens. “I said something.” He hangs up, immediately dialing another number.
“There were no survivors?” he demands. “You’re telling me an entire structure collapses and you have nothing?”
Another pause.This one longer.
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