Evelyn's POV

By morning, the sharp edges of the night had softened. Dominic was already waiting in the kitchen when I came out, dressed for work. Without a word, he drew me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You’ll be fine today,” he murmured. “Don’t let anyone shake you. Remember, you’re stronger than you think.”

The warmth of his embrace lingered even after I stepped out of the house, staying with me like a shield. It was the kind of quiet strength only he could ...