Pulling into the driveway of her house, Dominique felt a wave of relief wash over her. The two-story house was hidden among tall trees, providing a natural barrier. She parked the car in the garage and quickly made her way inside, locking the door behind her. The silence of the house was comforting.
Inside, Dominique went straight to her study. She leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair.
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Dominique sat on the edge of the bed in the small apartment she shared with Ashtray. In her arms, their newborn son, Cocaine, slept peacefully, oblivious to the problems around him. Her heart ached with the decision she knew she had to make.
Ashtray, Dominique's boyfriend, paced the floor in front of her. His agitation was palpable. Dominique had made up her mind, but she knew convincing Ashtray would be a battle.
"We can't keep him, Ash," Dominique said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "He deserves better than this."
