Lying awake at night, I contemplate how I should waste my time during the break. Dante's in town, but I'm not sure if I want to hang out with him. My mind is elsewhere, cluttered with family issues. How will brother be if I'm away from home? Will my mom cause any problems? Could I make it home in time if some shit does go down? I roll over and look out my window. I gaze at the few stars in the sky and consider the idea of bringing my younger brother along with me to see Dante. It's definitely a possibility since Dante did recommend it. Uncertainty clouds my judgement. Does Dante even care about my issues? When I inform him of the mess that's going on, does he truly care about the well-being of both me and those in my family I care about or
