#Chapter 73 Dominic

Arielle didn’t speak, didn’t scold me. She simply reached over and placed a firm, steadying hand on my shoulder, grounding me as I sobbed. She rubbed my back and tugged me to lay my head in her lap as I cried. My mind whirling. The headache from earlier only growing worse as I kept thinking back to all the days at the office. He had to have seen the HR reports? Hear something? If he hadn't, had he just not been paying attention? Was I not worth paying attention to? “Renee,” she said softly, her voice patient but firm, “Dominic is not Philip.” I let out a bitter sob. “You sounded so sure of--" "No," she said. "I just said what you don't want to admit is something you fear. That's not the same." My jaw trembled. I sniffled and buried my face in her stomach, wishing I could just hide from the world. "Everything… would be easier if…" She chuckled. "If grandpa had let me kill Phillip ages ago? Certainly." I sniffled. "If I hadn't kissed him." Arielle chuckled. "Dominic?"