ROMAN
My grip was tight on the steering wheel as I drove back to the house, my hands shaking. I tried hard not to zone out and keep my eyes fixed on the road, but it was proving harder and harder.
I tried to work on my breath. I tried to breathe in and out as she taught her, but it was proving harder with every passing second. And the voices in my head just. Won’t. Shut. Up!
“See?” they whispered, mocking me, laughter thick in their voices. “You were such a fool. This is why you should never show anybody who we truly are.”
“Shut up,” I growled, loosening my tie around my neck when it felt like it was strangling me.
“Why?” they went on. “Because you know it’s true? Does it hurt, Roman? Then good. Feel that hurt, let it burn through you and remind you of the moment when you let your
