Eloise
"I want to see my father," I say to Dominic the moment he opens his eyes in the morning. It is still dark, an hour or so until the sun rises.
"Well, good morning to you too. Jesus, what time is it?" he responds groggily, baffled, trying his best to wake up and comprehend what I just said, his ebony eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you want to see him? You're not going there alone. You know that, right?"
"I know," I nod. "I have no problem with you being there. I think you being there would actually be better."
"How so?"
"I know you have my back."
"And you, my love, have my heart. Now lay with me for a minute before you rush out of bed. Enjoy the silence with me. Allow me to hold you."
I do allow him to hold me, wincing as the pain in my shoulder gets aggravated by the way I have
