“I have to do this, Kat. I’ll miss you like hell, but I can’t stay here forever. I need to go or I might never want to leave.” I laugh, making a joke of that even though it’s true. Dante regards me warily, and I pray that he doesn’t push me for more details. “Is this about Lorenzo?” Of course Kat’s the one to ask that. “This is about me needing to live my life,”
