Quicksand

The ringing blared through the Ferrari’s speakers, loud and demanding in the enclosed cabin. Dominic stared at the flashing caller ID on the glowing dashboard screen: *Winona*. His jaw tightened, and he deliberately let it ring out, sending his older sister straight to voicemail. He was still entirely too raw, his blood simmering just below a rolling boil after the explosive blowout with his fathe