I tossed the phone onto Dominick’s nightstand, the screen facing down, and just as I was pulling the blanket over my head, he walked into the bedroom.
He came over to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed, framing my face with his palm. “How do you feel?”
I adjusted the pillow behind me, repositioning the blanket so it covered my neck. “Like there’s a knife in my back and it’s twisting around and around and around.”
He took off his shoes and climbed over me, resting across the open space, where he pulled me against his chest. “I don’t have answers yet, but I gave them forty-eight hours.”
I was silent while I let that number digest. “This is going to be the longest two days of my life.”
He rubbed across my back, kissing the top of my head. “What can I do to make you feel better?” He exhaled, his air heating my hair. “Whatever it is, I’ll make it happen.”
I looked up at his face, my eyes pleading with his. “Can you make me disappear?”