The Breaking Point

Meanwhile, Cleo took a deep, steadying breath. Still clutching the laptop protectively to her chest with one hand, she bent down to rinse the other in a nearby puddle, washing away the grime.

She was soaked, but the laptop was still perfectly dry. The umbrella lay upturned beside her, holding a pool of rainwater.

Just as she finished, Dominic's car pulled up beside her.

She made a pitiful sight—dr