Dominic
Dante's flight gets delayed by three hours. His initial estimated time of arrival was 1pm, but now he will land at around 4pm. He doesn't seem too bothered by it. At least I get to fly first class, he joked in a text he sent during his layover. Imagine if you were flying private, I jabbed back in jest. I did not get a message back. I don't know what time to expect him at.
I had offered to pick him up from the airport—in that event I would have left Eloise at home and ripped him a new one about treating her with respect since she is now a member of our family. It doesn't matter, to me at least, that it isn't by blood. She is my wife, shiny and new, and I trust her...more than I trust my brother, for some reason, and I grew up with him and share blood with him. This must be a test
