Isadora slowly entered her room before slamming the door shut behind her. She was already typing away on her phone, her fingers frantic, before she even reached the bed. Her eyes scanned the screen as she searched for every piece of information she could possibly find on the Bellini family.
What kind of people are his parents? she wondered. They had to be monsters, she thought, if their son had turned out so cold. Her steps faltered at the foot of her bed. She froze, staring hard at the glowing screen, and most especially at the line of information she had just uncovered.
Deceased.
Both of Dante's parents were dead—and they had been dead for a very long time.
"Twenty years," Isadora whispered aloud, her voice barely a breath as her eyes devoured the details of the report.
A tragic accident. Head-on collision. A drunk driver had swerved into their lane and crashed directly into their car. They were taken to the hospital but died just minutes after arrival.
