Chapter 127 —The Truth

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The room was quiet. That tense, treacherous calm that precedes a storm.

Sasha was sitting at her desk, turned toward the window, headphones on, lost in the teenage world she had built for herself so she wouldn't have to think too much. Roman stood by the door, watching her with a mixture of fear and guilt that weighed heavily on his chest. In his hand, he held the necklace she always left on the nightstand. He held it as if it could anchor the conversation he was