Dominics Pov

The envelope simply sat in the middle of my desk, unmarked and silent, as though it had always been there. No name. No address. No fingerprints, at least none that I could see with the naked eye. Just a plain, ordinary paper envelope. But it was the one word that was inside that took the wind out of me.

LOSER.

In tattered letters, as though whoever penned it had slashed it with anger.

I stared at it too long. It just sat there, looking back at me like an accusation. ...