ROMAN’S P.O.V.
Callie cried in my hands.
And I let her.
I didn’t speak. I held my breath while holding her, like maybe I could squeeze the pain out of her body and transfer it into mine where different emotions were rushing in like a whirlwind.
Relief was the first thing that hit me. It was thick and filled my lungs in a whoosh. Like that moment of finally coming up for air after nearly drowning. Seeing her again, touching her…. it felt like coming home.
I've missed home.
Then came the hurt.
I didn’t know if it was mine or hers. Maybe it was both. Maybe this ache in my chest was from all the days of torture we spent apart, or from the sound of her crying like something broke inside her.
And the third feeling….it was the hardest to contain.
I wanted to hold her so tight she couldn
