Standing Her Ground

DAPHNE

THE NEXT DAY

It was evening already. Dark clouds were gathering outside, and the house felt colder than usual. Dominic still hadn’t come home. Not since he stormed out last night.

I sat on the edge of the couch, my phone in my hand, staring at the screen, hoping he would call. Hoping I’d see his name pop up. But there was nothing. Every time I called, it went straight to voicemail.

“Ma’am,