“She’s going to find it out sooner or later.” Dominic claims, I can sense the vexation in his voice.

I step closer. My feet silently slide against the wooden floor, without making a noise.

“She’s going to hate me more when she finds out.” He argues, I can sense movement from inside.

He’s pacing around.

I can tell he’s been going back and forth, arguing with the man.

This was his definition of a pending work.

I knew something was off about him from the very start. ...