Fragile Facade

~DONOVAN~

I was positioned at a corner table in a coffee shop across the street, my Yankees cap pulled low and dressed in the most generic clothes I owned—dark jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, and sneakers that had seen better days.

Dominic would have laughed himself sick seeing me try to blend in like some amateur spy.

But nothing was funny about the way Valerie looked as she came out of the café.

Pa