I had a feeling Dom would be able to get the truth out of me. I stayed in the living room, by the fire, until he arrived.
"Love! What’s wrong?" He came straight into the living room, dropping his coat aside and reaching for the enormous sofa where I was resting.
"Nothing, I told you everything was fine," I answered him, my eyes fixated on the fire.
"Ravine! I know you don’t act like that. Something changed in you after our marriage. You no longer call me to check up on me. You don’t even wait for me at dinners." He knelt down before me and demanded to hold my hands, but I pulled them into my lap. My face was slightly turned toward the fireplace.
"Please tell me what’s wrong so that we can fix it together." He sounded sad and devastated.
"How is Stella now?" I asked, and he paused for
