POV: Olivia

There is something uniquely cruel about having a good moment stolen from you, not by a stranger, not by fate, but by the very person who shares your face. We had just made up. After the argument, Dominic and I had found our way back to each other the way we always do, desperately, completely, with our whole bodies and whatever is left of our hearts after life has had its way with them. I was spent in the best possible sense.

My head rested on the warm slope of his shoulder, and he was playing with the strands of my hair the way he does when he...