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Dante's POV I held her. Held her like I should have all those nights she cried alone. Held her like I should have when I turned my back and walked away. She was breaking in my arms and all I could do was clutch her tighter, as if my grip could pull the pieces back together. Her sobs were sharp, guttural, cutting through me like knives. Every sound