But Sophie ate two.
More importantly, when Mrs. Donnelly came in to clear the setting, Sophie stared down at her fork and whispered, “I’m sorry about the mouse.”
Mrs. Donnelly softened immediately. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Sophie flinched at the kindness, unaccustomed to it.
Dominic watched from the head of the table, his face unreadable.
But when he departed for work that morning, he lingered beside Sophie’s chair.
He did not embrace her. He didn’t know how.
He simply touched the back of her hair once, clumsily, and said, “I’ll be home for dinner.”
Sophie pretended to be indifferent.
But after he exited, she looked at Grace.
“He won’t.”
