Chapter 13

Neve

Lena doesn’t let me stop for the rest of the afternoon.

The second I come back from Dominic’s office, she puts me on carrots, then onions, then a sink full of roasting pans crusted black with last night’s dinner. She doesn’t ask what he wanted. She just watches me with those sharp eyes and grumbles every time I slow down.

“Girl, those onions aren’t going to chop themselves while you stare out the window.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be faster.” She slides another pan into the sink. “Head in the clouds all day. I don’t know what that boy said to you, and I don’t want to know. Scrub.”

I scrub.

It helps, a little. The hot water, the rhythm of it, the ache in my shoulders. It’s easier than thinking about the way Dominic l