Chapter 104

Dom shoved the pantry door open like he was storming a fortress. The air was cool and thick with the smell of flour, onions, and potatoes stacked in burlap sacks. Sure enough, there on the shelf between tins of tomatoes and a basket of apples sat his precious laptop, folded neatly as if it belonged there all along.

He let out a triumphant noise, darting forward to scoop it up. “Safe and sound,” he