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I need anything else to focus on.

We start forward across the sidewalk.

Dominic is dressed in uninterrupted black. And the look on his face reminds me that I don’t really know him at all. Because for the first time, I see what Savannah meant.

He looks a little scary.

We lift our feet at the same time and climb the steps leading to the massive front doors.

Men line the stairs, all looking like they’re ready for a war.

My black ballet flats are silent on the concrete, and I’m glad I wore these shoes.

My belted long-sleeve shirt dress might be a bit short for a funeral, but it was the first black dress I could find. And the single nod Dominic gave me when I came down from our room told me it was suitable.

The doors are opened before us, and everything inside me goes cold.

I hate funerals.

I hate them so much.

My fingers squeeze Dominic’s.

He might be my enemy in this battle I didn’t know we were fighting, but he’s also the closest thing I have to a friend here.

And if he makes me sit alone…

I tug on his hand.

Dom tips his face down to me. He doesn’t say anything. And his intensity almost keeps me quiet. But my anxiety is nearing phobia levels.

“Will…” My lips tremble, and I press them together for a second. “Will you sit with me?”

When he doesn’t answer me, my eyes fill with tears.

I blink and look anywhere but at him, trying to avoid the eyes of the men still surrounding us.

“Angel.” His voice is soft.The voice I used to know.A thumb brushes across my cheek. “You’ll always be seated at my side.”

He cups the side of my face with his warm hand, holding me still as he presses his lips against my forehead.

I want to hate him.

“You can be sad in there. You can let people see your beautiful heart. Let them love you.” Dom brushes another tear away. “But we’re walking in with our shoulders back. Because those people in there need to believe in us. And we’re stronger together.”

I want to hate him so badly.

I straighten my shoulders and use my free hand to brush my hair back from my face.

When I look up to meet Dom’s bright blue gaze, I see that familiarity I heard a moment ago.

It hurts to see it. A reminder of what I thought we were building.

But even with that hurt, it’s still comforting. And I don’t care how toxic it is right now. I need the comfort ofhim.

I need someone.

“Come, Wife. And meet your new family.” The side of his mouth pulls into the smallest smile, just for me.

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