ELENA
I had not told Dom about the twenty minutes. I had told him what the twenty minutes contained — the for someone who, the finding your footing, the needle wrapped in warmth — but I had not told him the full shape of it. The specific way each thing was placed. The order.
I told him in the car on the way home from the corporate event.
Not because I planned to. Because I had watched him talk to Sienna from across the room, watched the position she had taken, watched her face from fifty feet away while she said things I could not hear — and I had stood very still and made myself wait.
The waiting had cost something.
"She started with the gala," I said. "The east tables. She said she'd consulted on the decor as if it was a shared thing between us — like we were both invested in the sa
