Dominico
Hugo informed me that Zadok is ready for Josephine, but I refused to show up. No better how much I try, how hard I try to pretend, I can’t bear seeing her in pains, I can’t watch Zadok do whatever he wants to do with her; Zadok may be at the receiving end of my fist if I become an audience to his show.
Domine babbled on and I smiled at him, taking my gaze away from my laptop. He’s the only thing giving me hope right now, the only reason why I wake up in the morning. As if sensing my scrutinizing gaze, he looked up and flashed me a dimpled smile.
He looks like me more and more every day, but his jet black hair reminds me of his mother. Funny enough, I fell in love with her hair and I’m happy Domine got her hair.
Someone knocked on the door before the door opened and Jasmine
