Dominic POV
The play was coming to an end, but I didn’t want it to. I was so lost in it I’d forgotten I was sitting in a damn high school auditorium. This didn’t feel like some school production. This felt like Broadway. Hell, it felt better than Broadway—because Kennedy was in it.
The stage had gone dark again, heavy shadows crawling across the set. I leaned forward, breath caught in my chest as the final act began.
Kennedy stepped into view, and I knew it was the last time her character, Mrs. Lovett, would be on that stage.
Sweeney had just discovered the truth—that his wife, the woman he thought was dead, the woman Lovett swore had perished… had been alive all along. And it was Lovett who lied. That revelation cracked like thunder across the room. The lighting cast sharp reds and o
