The black sedan rolled away from Clara's lake house, but the heavy silence inside the car felt loud. Dominic sat right beside me in the dark leather back seat.
He stared straight ahead out the tinted window. His jaw was tight. His strong fingers were folded together in his lap. He didn't say a single word for twenty miles.
"Dom?" I asked softly, shifting closer to him and placing my hand over his knee. "What is wrong? You have been quiet ever since we left your grandmother's house."
Dominic turned his head slowly. The streetlights outside flashed quick gold light across his face. His dark eyes looked tired, heavy, and full of deep thoughts.
"I was not thinking about the board," Dominic said, his voice very low. "I was not thinking about Kane International either."
"Then what were you
