ARIA'S POV
It was only a long gasp-breath before I accused him of sitting in full view, staring straight ahead, and demanded, "I need an explanation please." My voice was throaty, with every word spoken dipping deep into that pain hidden so deep beneath the surface. Roman sat before me, expressionless, as he threw out, "Explanation on what exactly, please?" The way he inflected those words was almost cautionary, as though he was measuring his words, while tiptoeing around a minefield, not certain which step would trigger an explosion.
Then, with a what-hectic-pant, I breathed in with great force, and related to Roman how everything that had happened could be told in an even exaggerated narrative. "I saw this visitors' room; you know, the other day, and there was this picture of you with
