Lorna smiled back weakly at Zoe as she said she’d take in the groceries, nodded her thanks, then led Dominic into the house. He scowled around.
“You’ve been here a couple of times,” Lorna reminded him. “You might have been too young to recall.”
“I didn’t come to talk about that.”
“No.” She took his arm and steered him into the living room, closed the door. Zoe didn’t need to hear all of this. It would not be nice. Dominic spun around to her.
“Mom, listen to me. You have to come home. You can’t leave Dad like that.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I can. I don’t say it was an easy or pleasant thing to do. I’m prepared to take all the blame. But it’s done.”
“No, there’s still time. Just say you had, I dunno, a nervous breakdown or something. Nobody else knows what’s going on. You can come home, pu
