Chapter 65
- Lana
- The coffee has cooled too fast, bitter and heavy on my tongue. The front page of The Wall Street Journal lies open on the counter, ink smudged in the corners.
- Dominic is weird like that. Old-fashioned. He still reads a paper the old way, delivered every morning. Who even does that anymore? I can’t help but stare at the black-and-white letters, though my mind refuses to focus on the headlines.