Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, still wrapping her head around what had happened moments ago. Her fingers dug into the sheets as she recalled the burning anger in Roman’s eyes. She had never seen him so mad before.

But there was something else — that voice.

She’d heard it right before Roman’s mother took her upstairs.

It struck something deep in her—too familiar and haunting. Like a voice she’d buried but that had come back to haunt her.

And there was Roman; he hadn’t said a word. He’d just told his mother to take her away. He’d turned his back while she asked him to tell her...