Mag-log inCELESTE I leaned against the doorframe and watched Dominic buckle his watch, already dressed, already moving like a man with a list of people to ruin. "Stop staring at me like that," he said, without turning around. "Like what?" "Like I'm dessert and you've already eaten." "You are desser
When it got dark and her mother had gone to bed, I sat on the edge of our bed. Celeste was lying on her side, staring at the wall. "Are you okay?" I asked softly. "Do you maybe want to talk to someone? Maybe a therapist?" She sat up slowly, and when she turned to me, there were tears running dow
DOMINIC I pulled Celeste into my arms and held her, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, feeling her whole body trembling. "Your mom is fine. She's here too, and she's fine." "What happened to my mom?" "Someone did something." I pulled back and looked at her. "I found Julian there, unconsc
Nothing. No response. "No, no, no." My voice cracked. "Please don't do this to me, Celeste. Stay with me." I lifted her off the bed, cradling her against my chest, and carried her toward the door. As I passed the bathroom, something caught my eye. A shape on the floor. I stopped. Julian. S
But she should have been back by now. I called her. It rang out. I called again. Straight to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. That wasn't like her. Celeste always answered my calls. Her phone was never far from her. I called her mother. No answer. I called again, and again, and the knot in my stom
DOMINIC I sat at the head of the boardroom table with a pen rolling between my fingers, and I wasn't seeing a single man in that room. My mind was still at lunch. Still on the way Celeste had looked at me across the table, that smile she got when she was about to ask for something she thought I






