Unwelcome Truths

DOMINIC

I tried to focus on the contract for the third time, but nothing stuck. The words on the screen blurred, the lines on the paper didn’t make sense, and the numbers might as well have been in another language for all I cared.

My head was all over the place as all I could think about was Daphne.

Her eyes. The way she looked at me that morning. The way she cried. The things I said to her. The