A week, seven days to be exact had passed but Roman hadn't come back. She'd spent her time counting the hours and when three days were up, her anticipation had skyrocketed thinking he would rush to their apartment because he missed her. She expected kisses and hugs and falling asleep in his arms again. But by midnight, it had become clear that he wasn't coming back. At least not that day. She spent the next one waiting for him and the next and before she knew it, a week had gone by. They were heading on to the second one but there was no sign of Roman. She couldn't even call him because he hadn't given her his number. At some point, Beverly started wondering if she'd imagined everything. Had that been real or had she dreamt about it? Or maybe he'd lied about everything.
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