DOMINIC

I leaned back into the seat and stared out the window, jaw locked, listening to Marco stumble through another half-assed update. His voice came through the speaker, crackly and weak—like he already knew he’d fucked up before he even said a word.

“Don’t tell me what went wrong,” I cut in before he could get too far. “Tell me why it happened.”

There was a pause. That damn pause that always came before some excuse I didn’t want to hear. I rubbed my temple with my thumb, ...