Chapter 37 The Shattered Heart

• Sophia POV
• I lay in bed for hours after the fight, the echo of our raised voices still stinging my ears. Dominic’s silence during the argument should have been an answer, but a desperate part of me refused to accept it. Maybe I’d misunderstood. Maybe there was another explanation.
• I kept seeing the folder I’d found earlier, those neat columns of numbers, the cold, clinical language of liquidation and leverage. Hayes Assets: Contingency Plan.