Until the Next Life

I pried her fingers off my arm and went to the supermarket. My chest tightened uncomfortably at Monica's claims. Indeed, there seemed to be a cloud hanging over Dominic lately, but this didn't mean that he hated Monica to the point of wanting to kill her.

After buying a bottle of water, I was about to go back when I spotted a black Maybach speeding toward the place where Monica was seated.

Everyth