Chapter 238

It’s Sofia.

Dom’s ex-wife.

She’s standing right in front of me, dressed in a faded hoodie and jeans, her hair unwashed, sticking out from under the hood in unruly strands. There’s a gash on her forehead, faint but unmistakable. It looks a few days old, the bruising a dull yellow-brown.

“What do you want, Sofia?” I ask.

Her lips curve into something that might’ve been a smile if it weren’t for the