Chapter 3 - CHILD LOGIC
The air turned instantly colder than the rain.
Vanessa’s lips remained half-open, her gasp lost in her throat as she caught sight of Dominic’s face.
His jaw was set like granite, his dark hair slicked back by the downpour.
Behind him, eight-year-old Leo peeked out from behind the doorframe, clutching a small plastic toy.
Leo’s round eyes moved from the rope to his father’s tense shoulders.
"Daddy," Leo’s small voice carried softly through the open glass door.
"The lady in the robe put Brooke in timeout."
"Is Brooke bad?"
Dominic didn't break his stride.
In Leo's simple world, ropes were just bad timeouts for misbehaving at dinner.
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He didn't understand the cruelty dangling from the iron beam.
"No, Leo," Dominic said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Brooke didn't do anything wrong."
