Chapter 12 The Mistake

• Marisol
• I go out because staying in the guest house feels like waiting for something to hit me — like sitting in a house that’s already on fire, pretending I don’t smell the smoke.
• The bar is loud enough to drown out thought. It’s dark. Crowded. Not my kind of place. The music vibrates through the floor. People move. I sit at the bar, order something strong, and set my phone face down. I don’t want Dominic’s name in my head. Not tonight.