Chapter Eighty Five

She stayed but he soon realised she did not trust him or any of the guards

whereas before, she had always been open and friendly with them, getting to know their families and remembering birthdays, now she kept her distance. Dante watched her drift on the periphery of their lives, she spoke only if spoken to and then in monosyllables, refusing to engage with anyone but him,

‘Quando lo dirai al suo capo?’ [When are you going to tell her Boss?] Alessandro asked a few days later, as they both looked out of the office window at the beautiful lonely young woman,

‘Non si fiderà mai di noi a meno che non le diamo qualcosa in cui credere di nuovo. L'abbiamo spezzata, è colpa nostra e lasciarla vivere in questo modo è sbagliato, capo.’ [She will never trust us unless we give her something to believe in again. We broke her, it’s our fault and letting her live like this is wrong Boss.]

He said quietly and Dante looked away from her his hands clutchin