Chapter 112

“Mr. Roman,” Silas called softly, trying not to disturb the calm that Roman had so deliberately crafted for his morning. The man sat alone in the corner of a sleek, industrial-style café, just a short walk from Luke’s school. A porcelain cup of black coffee sat before him, still gently steaming. The bold aroma of robusta beans lingered in the air, but as always, Roman’s expression remained unreada