Dominic jerked his chin toward the parking garage. “I require the vehicle. My parents and Natalie are flying in this afternoon. I already secured a premium reservation at Carbone. I’m not going to cancel a critical family lunch just because you want to act fragile.” Vehicles
I stared at him, unable to breathe.
At that moment, the rest of the Vance family emerged from the lobby—my mother-in-law, Victoria, my father-in-law, Arthur, and Dominic’s sister, Natalie. They were laughing, perfectly dressed, soaked in expensive perfume, behaving as if they were leaving for an ordinary Sunday brunch. Natalie swept past me, glanced once at the baby, and barely reacted.
“Oh, brilliant, you’re finally out. Dominic, let’s move, or we’ll miss our seating block.”
No one asked how I was. No one asked whether Leo needed anything.
