Trembling Desperation

His voice was soft, barely a whisper.

Dominic turned and climbed into his car. Despite the biting cold, sweat still dotted the tip of his nose; he was clearly forcing himself to keep it together.

He hit the gas, not sparing Cleo another glance, and sped away.

Cleo's mind felt sluggish lately, like it was stuck in molasses. It always took her a few seconds before her thoughts could catch up.

Almost