28 - What's wrong with me?
Fallon It’s so quiet here by the lake. I have my arms wrapped around my body as I stand on the water’s edge. The night air is chilly, but I don’t really feel it. It’s not dark yet, but dusk is approaching. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here; it could be minutes, but I’m guessing it’s been hours. All this time. All this damn time! Why didn’t Roman tell me? How long has he even known? Is he ashamed of me? Is that why he didn’t tell me? So many questions swim to the forefront of my mind, and it’s driving me crazy. He couldn’t have known who I was the night I met him. I stripped that night. The thought of my own father seeing me practically naked turns my stomach. But then, I don’t remember him being there when I did or the few nights that followed. Did Roman know who I wa
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