CORINA

I don’t know what I did wrong or right. Or whether it was right or wrong. Whatever I did, it made Dante push me away. I didn’t catch on at first. The morning after the party; I was happy to enter a kitchen occupied only by Rob and Vera and Rob, telling me that Dante had already gone to work. At least I didn’t have to endure his presence, I thought. For the next three days, I was even happier. I came into the kitchen the same way. I only started to wonder if he was avoiding me when he barely acknowledged me at work as he passed me...