Dante
Eloise is tense. I have read my mental script and impersonated my fictional character hundreds of times—just the innocent brother-in-law who rescued his brother's wife when she was locked in his bulletproof placement. Dominic called me about 20 minutes ago to check on her because he had called her last night, and again this morning, and she didn't answer both times nor call him back. He told me he'd be on standby for any updates. He also told me to make it clear he wasn't angry at her, he just wanted to make sure she was okay. His voice was twinged with genuine worry. For the first time in a long time, my mind and chest are encumbered by guilt.
"I—I was attacked. There were six masked men who came on snowmobiles that had broken into the house while I was in the city. I ran to the f
