When we woke up later that morning, we found a note from Dominic's dad saying he went to work and would be back in the afternoon. I wonder if 'work' is code for doing whatever it is he's doing to deal with Sinclair.
Dominic and I eat breakfast, then go to the sunroom, which is just a fancy name for a room with lots of windows. It hasn't been sunny for most of December, but today it is, and it feels good to just sit there surrounded by warmth. We snuggle on the sofa with a blanket.
"Do you want to go out and do something?" Dominic asks.
"Are you bringing the gun?"
"Yes, you already know that."
"Then let's stay here. I don't want you walking around with a gun. I don't like it."
He threads his fingers with mine. "We have to be safe. The gun is only a precaution."
"I still can't believe
