CALISTA'S P.O.V
We lay together, savoring the warmth of our bodies tangled in a mess of tired limbs.
“Come home” Roman whispered into my hair.
Home.
He was home. Anywhere he was, he was home.
“Everyone is waiting for you” Roman continued. “Nonna is on the verge of slitting my neck. Lucas is more sober these days and Lilian...” He stalled.
My head shot up from his chest “How's Lilian?” There was an ache in my chest now as I remembered my friend, Nonna, and Lucas.
I had left without a proper goodbye, leaving them confused and worried.
Roman let out a long breath. He took a strand of my hair and swirled his finger around it. ”She's ... She misses you, but Alberto is holding her up.”
My stomach churned. I had left Lilian without even thinking to say goodbye.
What kind of friend am
