There was a gentle knock on my door and I stared at it. I just sat there by the window and stared at it, not sure who it was. It didn’t sound like Jenne because I know how she knocks.
Who would be knocking this early?
I sighed and stared back at the window as the first signs of sunrise, not really wanting to speak to anyone, especially today. I wasn’t in my right mind to bother entertaining anyone.
I let the silence settle into the space, carrying with it a lot of unspoken words that still haunted me.
The knock came again, still light and soft and I sighed. I closed the book I had in my lap and made my way to the door, ready to tell whoever it was.
I opened the door and Rome stared back at me with softness in his eyes.
“I won’t come in if you don’t want me to.” Rome’s voice was soft
