Chapter SevenDomingo stared at her constantly. She spent most of her time outside the shanty or on the beach, but when Domingo was in the area, he was always at an angle that allowed him to see her. He kept his distance and tended his chores, yet, sometimes c****d his head like he had something on his mind. His habits were peculiar. Judging by his actions, perhaps whatever accident had caused his scarring had also stolen some of his mental capacity. Ciara kept her distance, knowing she did not want to be alone with him. Possibly, something sinister lurked inside that mind of his.
Domingo's shanty was set back into the wooded area. Another large room at the rear could be his bedroom. The entire structure had no windows so she was unable to peek in to satisfy her curiosity and the door to t
