Page 85 of Do It For Me

I want to believe him. Just for today. I need to use the little trust I have.

My eyes water. “Can you take care of him? Don’t lie. I can’t take more lies.”

“With my life, Lana,” he says, and something in his voice strikes deep within me.

Dante.

No. He’s not him. I know he’s not. But my mind—my heart—is playing cruel tricks again.

Tears blur my vision as I nod and hand over my baby. Daniel takes him with such care, holding him as if Finn were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Please…” My voice is barely a whisper, my body too heavy to fight against sleep. “He’s all I have.”

Daniel nods, and I let my eyes drift closed.

In the darkness, I see them—those dark blue eyes I love, the scars lining his face, the messy black hair I missed.

Dante leans closer in my mind.

“I promise he’ll be okay,ragnetta. Tomorrow, you’ll see him again,” he says softly.

A faint nod is all I can manage. I let myself give in to the fantasy, to the comfort of his voice.

Someday, the pain will stop.