When Dante pushed the classroom door open, the familiar low noise of children talking spilled into the hallway before slowly fading.
He stepped inside without speaking. The door closed quietly behind him.
For a moment he simply stood there.
His dark eyes moved across the room, calmly observing the scene before him. Taking it all in. Assessing. Calculating.
Class D looked exactly the way it always did when Alina had not yet started the lesson. Chairs had been dragged away from their desks in small groups. Small bags sat open on the floor, spilling crayons and snacks. A few colorful books lay scattered near the carpet area where someone had clearly been reading before getting distracted.
And the babies were completely scattered.
