I sat at the table, the glass of water in front of me cold against my hand. I just stared at it, tracing the beads of condensation with my fingertip. Then the front gates groaned open, and my pulse skipped. Dominic was back.

His name pressed against my thoughts before he even stepped into the room.

I heard the heavy door open, and a hush fell over everything. Even Rachele, who’d been filling the silence with aimless chatter, fell quiet. She turned her head just as Dominic walked in.

He ...