Chapter Twenty Three
Third person view
The steam curled against the glass of the bathroom mirror as Juliette stood, wrapped in one of Dominic’s robes, her damp hair clinging to her skin. The rain tapped gently on the window, a soft rhythm that matched the strange flutter in her chest. She wiped a patch of the fogged mirror and stared at her reflection—half-expecting someone else to look back. Someone she used to be, maybe. Someone she couldn't quite remember.
But then came the flicker. A flash—like a broken reel of film. The clinking of wine glasses. Candlelight. A rich mahogany table. Laughter. A hand across the table holding hers.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She stumbled back, the robe slipping slightly off her shoulder. Images cascaded like a dam bursting open—slow, soft, swe
