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, not yet. He put the phone back on the table. He got up and paced around the office. He opened the window, then closed it. He sat back down.

Back to the screen, back to her name.

Finally, he pressed the screen. The ringtone began to sound. Once... twice... three times.

On the other end, Aylin was holding her coffee cup with both hands when the vibration startled her. The cell phone was resting on the kitchen table, and when she saw it light up, the world stopped. Her chest tightened, her breath