ROMAN POV
The figure was almost hidden in the shadows, and discerning any features was impossible. The figure moved closer, while I stood frozen, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. But as it stepped into that faint light filtered through the window, I saw that it was a woman.
A long coat dangles over her clothes, and her hair begs to be let loose after pulling back in a ponytail. Eyes cast downward to avoid mine. "Who are you?" I demanded, voice strained, but throat tight with the names of evil angels.
She hesitated before finally glancing back at me. Eyes met, and then a sudden jolt of recognition coursed between us because I knew those eyes, that face. It was someone I had seen again, someone I had placed my trust in...
"Sarah?" I whispered barely enough for her to hear. Wife's b
