Walking toward Dominic, I watched him place the potatoes into the cart. The moment he looked up and saw my face, his expression shifted—concern settling in immediately, sharp and alert.
“Bunny?” he said softly. “Please talk to me. I heard what he said, and I’m trying to stay calm—but I know you’re not okay after hearing that.”
He was trying to comfort me. I could feel it in the way his voice lowered, in the way his body angled toward mine like a shield. But this wasn’t the place. And I wasn’t ready to explain how shattered I felt—not here, not with strangers passing by like nothing had just cracked inside me.
I shook my head.
He didn’t push. Instead, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight—steady, grounding—while he spoke carefully, even though it felt like m
