Dominic’s POV
After dropping Mannie off that night in her neighborhood, I had immediately gone back home to shower — because I felt like absolute filth in that place.
Even after we left the main road, the scent had clung to me like a curse — a mix of rust, damp air, and garbage that refused to leave my nostrils. I could still picture the cracked walls of her street, the way stray dogs dug through trash piles, the smoke rising from burning debris. That place had too much life in the wrong ways.
The moment I reached home, I didn’t even stop to speak to anyone. I went straight to my bathroom.
I turned on the shower and poured in the entire cup of mint oil instead of the usual few drops. The strong scent filled the air instantly, but it still didn’t feel enough.
I stood under the water fo
