The Performance

POV: Dominic

There is a version of me that would have stopped it immediately, the version that operates on instinct, on the gut-level refusal to let something wrong continue even one second longer than necessary. That version would have held up a hand the moment Sofia walked through the door and said stop, it’s over, we know everything. It’ll be clean, direct. The way I prefer to handle most things.

But Olivia had asked me not to, she had sat across from me the night before with her tea going cold between her hands and she had said, quietly and with a precision that told me she had...