Uncalled Help

Dom stepped into his aunt’s office, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket.

The familiar scent of lavender filled the space, a smell he remembered from childhood. It was oddly comforting, though he would never admit it.

Behind the desk, a woman with sharp eyes and a knowing smile stood up, her face almost identical to his mother’s.

Aunt Vivienne.

If they were side by side, his mother