CHAPTER 78: FIND HIM
I wait until I am back inside the car before I open the note.
My hands are not entirely steady as I unfold it, the paper thin and slightly creased from being pressed against my palm for the length of time it took me to walk from the terrace through the ballroom and out to the street, smiling at exactly the right number of people, declining exactly the right number of conversations, performing composure with every step until I could finally be alone with whatever this note actually says.
The handwriting is Dominic's.
