By the time we got home, my head was pounding.
Not from the meeting exactly..
It was Dominic.
Just Dominic.
I hated that.
Hated that one conversation could follow me all the way home.
Hated that his words kept replaying in my head whether I wanted them to or not.
The cruelest punishment is knowing I might never get that version of you back.
I slammed the car door a little harder than necessary.
“Mummy?”
I immediately forced a smile.
“Sorry, baby.”
I took Leo upstairs, helped him shower, changed his bandage, gave him his medication, and tucked him into bed.
He was asleep within fifteen minutes.
The injury had drained him more than he admitted.
I stood beside the bed for a moment.
Watching him.
Making sure he was actually asleep.
Then I quietly left the room.
My own shower
