I had just been forced down by Foreman Fisher, and my back ached so badly that standing up took every ounce of strength.
As I rose, I saw Dominic Hawthorne standing outside the stall—his reflection staring back at me from the mirror.
Though I'd seen him once before at the hotel entrance, I hadn't gotten a proper look at his face.
This was the first time since my release that I truly faced him.
He wore a black suit, unchanged from over a year ago.
And me?
In the mirror, I saw my own reflection—hair drenched and clinging to my cheeks, makeup smeared, clothes stained with construction dust.
I'd imagined we might meet again.
But never like this—never when I was so broken, so utterly defeated.
Dominic studied my reflection, a cold, mocking smirk curling one side of his lips. "Lydia Fai
