Emmalee
I don't know how much time passes.
I could stay in this position for the rest of my life. This thought crossed any mind before it disappears like everything else that isn't of significance. I've been transported back to that night that changed my life completely, turning it upside down. Ruining it.
I was asleep through half of it. That's the problem.
But I know that Romain is telling the truth. Romain, who spent fifteen years in prison. Romain, who was accused of a crime he allegedly didn't commit.
Romain, the man I spent the better part of my life both loving and hating.
"Em," he says softly, dragging me out of my murky thoughts. I look up and meet his gaze. His expression is stern, but there's a softness in his eyes that never leaves it, particularly when he's with me
