Dominic stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge a troubling thought. His voice, heavy with regret, bcame forth. "Her warning has plagued me since yesterday. It echoes over and over in my head. But it’s too late now. It’s done. All I can do now is try to bring us back to where we were. Back to a place where you’re no longer afraid of me." He offered a sad, crooked smile, his vulnerability so raw. "Once you’re not scared of me anymore," he continued softly, "then you can be as angry with me as you like."
The sadness etched across his face tugged at something deep within me. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "Dominic," I rasped, my voice shaky, thick with unshed tears. "I hope we get back there too. I really do."
"Oh, Etta," he groaned, his shoulders saggi
