She left the house without a coat.

It was in the middle of December.

She wasn't cold.

She was glowing with anger.

He was on the floor.

Not moving.

How could he?

"Dominic loves me."

"This is because he loves me."

Her phone kept buzzing with threats. She knew it was Dominic.

"This is my fault."

She didn't call the police. She swore she'd kill him with her own hands.

"I did something wrong."

Then she'd take George and run away. Maybe to New York.

His wheelchair was lying across the room in a broken heap. Dominic was so strong.

She'd change her name. Maybe to Rose.

"I'll make Dominic happy. Then he won't get mad anymore."

She'd be Rose Evens and he'd be Jonathan Brown. And nothing would hurt them.

"And I'll get to see Ivory again."

She didn't bother knocking. She picked the lock with a hair pin she had in her pocket like a movie spy. It worked.

She'd only been here once before. George insisted on her meeting Dominic, as a formality of sorts.

She remembered the address, just in case.

George heard footsteps he shuddered in fear. Dominic.

She didn't say anything. She just searched every unlit room in the apartment.

And when she found him she didn't run toward him. She didn't cry.

She just called the police.

Maybe the name Rose didn't suit her after all.