Chapter 2 - The Dropped Briefcase
Dominic took a heavy step forward into the sunlit room, his heart pounding violently against his ribs.
His fingers loosened, and the heavy leather briefcase he carried slipped from his grip, slamming onto the marble floor with a resounding, echoed crash.
"You're... singing?" Dominic choked out in a stunned, disbelieving whisper.
The music stopped instantly. The room fell into a suffocating, absolute silence.
The cheerful smiles vanished from the three little girls' faces in a fraction of a second. Fear flooded their eyes as they gasped, spinning around and scrambling desperately behind Grace’s blue maid dress, hiding their small faces in the folds of her white apron.
Grace stepped forward instinctively, her posture cautious and protective as she shielded the children from their own father.
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"Mr. Romano... you’re home early," Grace said softly, her voice laced with deep restraint and hesitation.
👉 Why did his own children run from Dominic as if he were a monster?
