Rage and Silence

DOMINIC

I drove like a man possessed, my grip on the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The anger inside me was boiling over, seething in my veins like molten lava. My mother’s voice, my sister’s mocking words, my uncles’ self-righteousness—they all echoed in my head, fueling the fire that was already raging.

Divorce Daphne?

They really thought I would?

I pressed my foot harder agai