Chapter 11“Dom?”
“You’re not coming back out, are you?”
“I am.” Warwick spoke through the door. “I will…if you still want me to.”
“Why wouldn’t I want you to?”
“I have to tell you something?”
“From in there?”
“Yes. I don’t want to see your face when I say it.”
“Ironic how I would give anything to be able to see yours.”
Dom’s words, right at the door, hit Warwick right in the gut.
“But okay,” he said.
“I’ve been a bit of a wanker.” Warwick cringed. “Not in the literal sense, as someone not British might think I mean.” This was starting all wrong. “Lawrence isn’t here.” Warwick just blurted it out. “He hasn’t been. He doesn’t live here, Dom, and he never will. I’ll never…” Warwick’s volume decreased with his will to speak the rest of the sentence. “I’ll never see him again.” His ey
