I don't want to imagine being locked up. Losing my name, my identity, and my freedom.
And Dominic…
His face appears unbidden. His crooked smile, his steady gaze, the way he held my hand as if nothing in the world could harm me. Did he know what was happening? Was he already looking for me?
My God… Dominic… please…
"Don't leave me," I murmur softly, like a plea to the universe, the sky, whoever might be listening.
My body trembles, but my mind remains steadfast.
I take a deep breath. I force myself to stay calm.
Because if there's even the slightest chance they can track me, I have to stall for time. I have to endure.
“Don't give up. Not now.”
And I won't.
*****
Dominic
The engine's roar is a mere whisper compared to the storm in my head. The city lights fade as we enter the bac
