At two in the morning, Roman found himself standing in the shower, feeling the cascading cold water enveloping him. It was as if nature itself was attempting to wash away his frustrations. Desperate and seeking solace, he gripped the wall with his hands, as though he were pleading for strength from the vast expanse of the universe.
He hadn’t slept a wink since leaving Becky in her bathroom and the damn woman had shown him once again how stubborn she could be. She hadn’t followed him as he had hoped.
Hours had gone by frustratingly slowly. Lucy had come up to ask if he wanted some food. Roman was hungry, but not for anything that had to go to his stomach, so he declined, claiming unfinished work, and closed himself in his room until the entire house had settled into the silence of the nig
