Halfway through breakfast, Dominic suddenly asked, "Why'd you change your phone password?"
I didn't even look up from my plate. "Felt like changing it," I replied casually.
The truth was, the old password was a combination of our birthdays. Since I was planning to leave, it didn't make sense to keep it. Every trace of him needed to be excised, digit by digit, habit by habit.
I heard him set down his knife and fork, his tone shifting. "You were always asking me to go to the movies with you, weren't you? There's a theater nearby."
I knew there wasn't an option to say no, not with the Don skipping his obligations for the day. When Dominic Sloane decided to give you his time, refusing it was its own kind of insult, and I didn't need the complication. So I just nodded.
Sitting in the quiet, almost empty theater, the image I'd once dreamed of played out before me. The two of us, snuggled close, sharing popcorn while watching a rom-com. A normal couple doing a normal thing. The kind of afternoon that civilians took for granted and women like me spent years begging for.
It was a scene that had once felt so romantic to me.