Chapter 103 —What's killing me...

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Aylin didn't move. Roman was standing there in front of her, his shoulders tense, his gaze lost, his face that of a man who had been through the whole night.

“Please,” he whispered, barely audibly. “Just a moment.”

She stepped aside, her heart pounding in her throat, and Roman entered.

He didn't touch anything, didn't ask if he could stay. He walked to the center of the room and stood there, as if he didn't know how to begin, as if he didn't know who he was.

“Last night... I didn't sleep,” he said at last, his voice low. “I couldn't. Not after what happened.” Aylin said nothing. She just watched him. She knew he was about to say something important. Something that hurt. And then he blurted it out. “Miranda is alive.”

Aylin's world shattered in a dry silence.

“What...?”

Roman looked up. There was nowhere left to hide.

“Miranda. Sasha's mother. The woman everyone believes is dead. The one Sasha cries for every year. The one you also believed wa