Shattered Trust.
I stood frozen at the entrance to Dominic’s study, heart thumping in my chest.
The scent of wood and leather in the space did nothing to ease the tension coiling in my gut. Dominic stepped back, the door open before me, but I hesitated, uncertain if I could face him—if I could face this, right now.
"After you," I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper. The words didn’t come easily. His gaze met mine, dark and unreadable, a flicker of sorrow passing through his eyes. With a solemn nod, he moved past me into the room, and I followed, taking one slow step after another, as if the world was tied to my feet.
The space seemed endless—almost too grand. Dominic’s study stretched out before me like a kingdom I no longer felt part of. Two large sash windows, stretching alm
