"You've been quiet," Roman noted. Barely able to break my attention from the television, I nodded. It was true enough.
What could I say? The truth felt bitter on my tongue and I knew it'd break into a burning sour the moment it slipped through my lips. I didn't want to explain that every time I closed my eyes last night I was gripped with the harsh reality of my life. All the warmth and tenderness, all that easy friendliness I'd escaped to with Roman and his brother had evaporated the moment the lights went off and I was alone.
I'd seen the fear in Tom's eyes, heard him telling me to run, to escape. I'd seen my bloodied hand, the bodies spread across Deliverance floors. And if I was lucky when the other horrors calmed, I'd see Roman in his battle black, stepping through my threshold. I'd
