Mannie’s POV
Dominic perceived that something was wrong and walked up to me.
His footsteps were steady, the soft thud of his shoes against the marble sounding louder in the sudden quiet of the living room. His brows furrowed as his eyes settled on me. My hands shook so badly that the phone I’d just dropped was still vibrating faintly on the floor beside my shoe.
“What happened?” he whispered, his voice low but filled with concern.
I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but no words came out. My heart pounded so fast that my breath came in short gasps. I stared at the floor, my throat tightening until it hurt to swallow.
He bent slightly, his face closer now. “Mannie,” he called again, softer this time.
I raised my trembling eyes to meet his. The warmth in his brown eyes felt almost too mu
