Dominic settled down to do a bit of work for the night after the day he had spent at Evermore. There was still a bit of happiness left in him after he had watched Arette singing on stage. Her voice was very similar to his mother's.
The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room as Dominic opened his laptop, prepared to tackle the tasks he should have done during the day.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was his stepbrother, Damien. A frown creased his forehead. Why would Damien be calling him? They hated each other and hadn't been on speaking terms for years. If it wasn't for the piano he went to South Hill to take last month, they would never have crossed paths, which was the promise they had made.
Curiosity piqued, Dominic answered the call.
"What do you want, Damien?" Dominic's voice was cold, tinged with annoyance.
