Without a logical reason, a physical heaviness took hold of him, making it hard to breathe. It wasn’t a notification on his phone or an alarm on his computer, but a gut instinct that screamed for his attention.
His gaze landed on a small, dusty photo of Rosalie holding a newborn Audrey in a field of wildflowers. The warmth in her eyes seemed to challenge the cold, sterile environment of his executive suite.
Suddenly, Dominic pushed his chair back and grabbed his coat. He looked at his assistant and told her to clear his entire schedule for the following day.
“Sir, the merger meeting in Dallas is at eight in the morning,” she reminded him with a confused look. Dominic didn’t hesitate as he replied, “Tell them I had an emergency, because I’m going home right now.”
He was in his car within minutes, speeding away from the city lights toward their secluded property in the suburbs of Scottsdale. The drive was a blur of wipers hitting the glass and his own heart thudding against his ribs.
As he pulled through the iron gates, the sight of the house sent a chill down his spine. The grand windows were mostly dark, and the porch light was flickering as if it were about to give out.