Eloise
At the end of the day I still haven't heard from Dominic. I drive home almost in a stupor, relying on autopilot, creeping up slowly to see if Dominic has been home. There are no tire-marks apart from mine leaving the house this morning. I debate on driving up to Dante's but a tremor immediately shudders through me. Dominic can handle this one from the frontline. I'll remain on the Homefront. There is security monitoring Dominic's house so I feel safe, evidenced by their vehicles pulled to the very edge of the driveway so as not to block the garage doors. Dominic trusts these men, so I trust them too. I have no choice.
I head home, driving into the garage. Dominic had organized the garage at some point during the week so we could fit both of our vehicles inside. I have no problem p
