ALBERTO’S P.O.V
It would take a miracle, a scientific breakthrough, and a hundred cups of tea, to get Roman to calm down.
He's been pacing since we left Toledo. I kept quiet, while he groveled; he didn't need words; he needed her. The pain would eat him alive until he was with her again,
And so I leaned back into the chair in his study, after all, who else knew the pain better than I?
I watched Roman fist his hands, strode up and down his study, most likely ignorant of my presence.
Roman had kept me from losing my s**t all those years ago, when my heart was ripped from my body, when my world came crashing down before my eyes.
The ache in my chest that had settled long ago throbbed again. It started as a small pain, something I had thought would fade away as the years passed, but i
