Elara
When I got home, I realized I hadn't told Dominic I'd be late.
I checked my phone in the entryway. No messages from him either. I assumed he wasn't home.
Then, in that thick, impenetrable darkness, I noticed a darker shape on the couch.A human silhouette.
My heart lurched. My bag hit the floor with a dull thud that seemed unnaturally loud.
"You're home?" I frowned. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"
I felt along the wall for the light switch.
A strip of ambient lighting illuminated the room, revealing Dominic half reclined on the sofa, expression lazy.
"I was waiting for you and dozed off," he stretched, reaching under the coffee table to pull out a document folder. "Come look at this. I've made some adjustments to our marriage agreement."
I hesitated, co
