Celeste tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and paced around the room absentmindedly.
Something was wrong. She felt it, but just couldn't point a finger at what was wrong.
The air felt heavier than usual. Maybe it was just the way the night dragged. Or maybe it was because Dominic hadn't called.
He always called when he stayed out late.
There was a knock at the door. Rodger's voice followed. "Ma'am."
Celeste stilled, her brows knitting slightly. "Come in."
Rodger stepped inside, dressed in his usual black. His eyes scanned the room once. His eyes caught the untouched dinner, and cleared his throat. "Boss said he won't be coming home tonight. He says you should go to bed."
Celeste's frown deepened. "Dominic couldn't call me to say this?"
Rodger hesitated. "He's busy, ma'am."
"Busy," she repeated, her voice quiet. "He's always busy."
