Chapter 130 —The Scar

Narrator:

Roman didn't warn anyone; not Aylin, not Dominic, and certainly not Sasha.

He left early, while the house was still asleep. He got dressed quietly, closed the door carefully, and disappeared into the gray of a cloudy morning, his fists clenched in his pockets and rage throbbing in his throat. He didn't think about explanations or consequences. He only thought about her, about Miranda. He knew exactly where to find her.

He arrived without honking the horn, without announcing his presence. He got out of the car and crossed the threshold of the building as if he had done it a thousand times before. Not even the receptionist dared to stop him. The elevator rose slowly. Each floor that passed reminded him of the years she had stolen from him. Every second of silence was filled with the image of Sasha crying behind a closed door. And his, collapsing on the other side.

He didn't knock, he didn't wait, he just turned the knob.

He found her with her back to him,