“I miss him,” Roman said, sitting on the porch steps and staring out into the darkening forest. The sun had begun setting nearly an hour ago, the sky already a dark blue. Roman balled his hands into fists and shook his head. “I f*****g miss him.”
I sat down beside him, cradling my belly bump in one hand and grasping his with my other. “We did what we had to do. We needed to let him go for the sake of humanity and for the sake of … us.”
To my surprise, Roman had taken Kylo’s death the worst.
After spending the days with our recovering friends and family, Roman sat outside the packhouse every night on these steps and stared out into the woods, as if he was waiting for Kylo to walk into the clearing and throw some vile words in his direction. And while I didn’t understand it, I usually sat
