I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to wait for him in my room or his. But mine was a mess, so I chose to go to his.
The room was still as tidy and manly as the last time I had seen it, the portrait of Elio Contini still hung high above the bed. Nothing was out of place, nothing was out of the ordinary, so why did I feel so uneasy?
I paced the length of Roman’s room, my mind buzzing like a hive of bees. The soft click of my heels on the hardwood floor was the only sound in the large, brightly lit room. I should sit down, but my legs wouldn’t stop moving. I didn’t know what Roman would do when he got here, and the not knowing was gnawing at me.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was crawling. My heartbeat pounded in my chest, drowning out everything else. Roman was angry. I had seen it i
