Chapter 232

From the moment Dom came in, I knew something was wrong. He had that look—the one that says, ‘I’ve been to hell and back, and I’m not sure if I’m still alive.’ I thought it might be work. A failed deal, some corporate drama, anything but this.

“What kind of accident, Dom?” I say. I feel like I know the answer already, but I’m praying to whatever high power’s out there that it’s not what I think it