Dominic
I get maybe two hours of sleep, but that is a rounded estimate. My thoughts obsess and spiral around Eloise, thinking about how Dante had gotten to her, and then the tide shifts with the undercurrent thoughts of Dante and his covert attempt to sabotage my marriage. He had done it by appealing to the lessons that Eloise had been taught growing up—that she must sacrifice all her wishes and dreams in the name of fragile masculinity to keep the peace. That bastard.
It's early in the morning, the sun barely peaking over the horizon. Its announcement of morning annoys me. I am hungover and exhausted, frustrated and angry, sympathetic and callous. Throwing the blankets away, I put on a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt from a heavy metal concert I secretly attended in my first year
