For a moment, Evelyn just stared at the ceiling, disoriented. Then her gaze drifted slowly to the side. To Roman. There was a tear sliding down his face, and she froze. Evelyn had never seen Roman cry. Not once.

The sight shocked her so much it pulled her further out of the haze. "Roman...?" Her voice came out rough, and her throat felt like sandpaper.

His head snapped up.

He reached for her hand immediately, gripping it like she might vanish. “I’m here.”

“What happened?” She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. “I was at the hospital. Lena. I saw you and then…” Her brows knitted together....