Antoni P.O.V
“Well, that’s one way to do it,” Victoria sighs deeply.
“It’s a cowardly way,” Antoni seethes. He grabs his mug and stomps over to the farmhouse sink, placing it roughly on the stainless-steel surface. A crack sounds throughout the kitchen and he clicks his tongue.
“Look, I just thought it best if I warned you. Friend to friend. Family to family.” Dominica says while rising from her chair.
Antoni nods, arms gripping the marble benchtop beside the sink tightly. Despite the cold hand clenching his heart, he turns his head and smiles at his friend. “Thank you, Dom. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime.” Dominica nods to Victoria, a faint smile on her face. “I’ll show myself out. Have a goodnight you two.”