Chapter 10

Dominic

I stand at the top of the stairs for a long time after I leave her room.

I expected to hear her cry. The Neve I knew would have, the second the door shut. She cried behind closed doors so often that last year that I learned the sound of it through walls. Once, that sound would have had me at her door before I’d even thought about it. By the end, I’d learned to walk past. I told myself she was doing it for attention.

There’s nothing. Not a sound.

Somehow, that’s worse.

I reach through the link.

Jory. Upstairs, end of the hall. Bring a chair.

On my way.

While I wait for him, I reach for Warren.

Call church. Twenty minutes. All brothers and the senior prospects.

A couple of minutes later, Jory, the youngest of our prospects, all elbows and nerves, comes up the stairs with a kitchen chair. He sets it down across from her door and glances at it, then at me. “What do you want me to do?”

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