Domenico Beneventi
I wasn’t sure why I came downstairs to the gym. I had excess energy that I needed to work off because the tension between us was unbearable. Squatting, I picked up the weights and began several reps.
Lifting the weights, I blocked out all thoughts of her and the serpents inside my chest. I was strong and had been through a lot in my life. I was going to get through this too.
Glancing out the window, I watched the mist and fog. My thoughts were as murky as the weather. Placing the weights on the floor, I sat on the bench. Leaning back against the leather, I closed my eyes.
I saw several feet of hard, white snow covering the streets of New Orleans. The restaurant Pereira had several large heaps of snow all the way to its front door. At the back door, a pale-faced wom
