"His name." Dante's voice was ice. Controlled fury. Deadly calm. "What's his name? The professor. What's his name?"

"Papa. I don't. I don't want to cause problems. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe it's innocent. Maybe."

"There is no innocent. A forty-year-old man pursuing a fifteen-year-old student. That's not confusion. That's predation. That's abuse of power. That's illegal. What's his name?"

"Professor Moretti. Alessandro Moretti. He teaches Renaissance art history. But Papa. He's respected. Connected. Important. If I accuse him. If I'm wrong. It could destroy my scholarship. My future. Everything."

"If you're right. If he's predatory. It could destroy you. Your safety. Your wellbeing. Your ability to focus on your art....