The following day, we moved. Exhausted from a night of plotting and planning and failed scheming, I felt like a bystander as Roman collected all my things. Totaling up to two sad plastic grey Walmart bags. I barely even moved as he wrapped me up in my coat and boots and took me downtown. No hat, no scarf, nothing to hide who I was.
We made no stops, no detours as we passed into an underground parking garage. Roman's face, normally handsome and stoic had a line over his brow, etched there from some sort of pain or madness. Parking, he nervously splayed his hands on his thighs and passed me a fake tight smile.
This was it. The jump off the diving board and then we'd be in freefall anxiously waiting to see if someone had bothered to fill the pool with water or not. Roman didn't bother locki
