Dominico
If I’m able to trust her not to run away with my son again, then she should be able to trust me to do right by her. We rode in silence to her apartment. Josh our driver stole glances at us through the rear-view but I ignored him the same way I ignored Josephine.
Her pride is stopping her from admitting that she’s wrong. Admitting that she’s wrong isn’t going to a year out of her life. I felt her scrutinizing gaze on me again. In the absence of Domine, I pulled out a cigarette, lighted it and took a drag to rein in my frustration. “You want to say something?”
“You’re angry with me.” Accurate observation. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have indirectly called you a liar.”
Indirectly? That accusation of deception indulgence wasn’t indirect. “You directly accused me of lying to you.” And
