Chapter 98 —You'll have dinner with Aylin

Narrator:

Roman rested his elbows on the desk, his face in his hands and his cell phone in front of him as if it were a loaded gun. He had read Miranda's message at least ten times, but she wasn't the one occupying his thoughts. Not really.

The image of Aylin, alone in that house, enveloped in a sadness that he himself had caused, was suffocating him. He unlocked his phone. He opened his contact list. His finger hovered over her name. He didn't press it,