Chapter 55 Italy Behind

• DOMINIC'S POV
• One week later, we were on our way back home. The drive was silent except for the occasional soft murmur of the driver updating us on how long it would take to get there. Ruby’s hand was in mine, her fingers loosely in between my own. I’d never been the type to like physical touch, but with her, it was different. It wasn’t an invasion of my space. It felt like a comfort.
• “It’s bittersweet, isn’t it?” she murmured.