Boiling Point

DAPHNE

The car ride home was suffocating. Dominic’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw set like granite. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare break the silence. The air between us was thick with tension, every second dragging on like an eternity. My stomach churned, knowing his anger was only simmering, waiting to erupt the moment we got home.

When we pulled into the