Chapter 11

Sorry about a double POV in one chapter. I had to write about Valentine, and it is too short to be considered another chapter of its own.

Dante

As I sat in the passenger seat of my SUV, my thoughts drifted to Anna's elusive friend, Debbie. Hoping to gain some valuable information from her, I couldn't help but feel frustrated by Anna's reluctance to share anything with us. The urge to hear Anna's voice was overwhelming, prompting me to call her home phone. Martha, the ever-reliable housekeeper, answered the call and I wasted no time in requesting to speak with Anna.

"I need to speak to Anna. Please pass the phone to her," I said.

"Of course, sir," Martha replied before I heard some rustling and commotion, followed by Anna's familiar voice saying, "Hello, Dante?"

I remained silent for a few moments, simply relishing in the sound of her voice that had always had a profound effect on me. No other voice had the ability to elicit such a reaction. I knew that what I was experiencing with Ann