Chapter 583

Sloane spent the entire night with her mother's belongings.

By morning, she walked out of the room with swollen, red-rimmed eyes.

Roman had breakfast ready. One look at her, and his chest tightened.

"Rough night?"

He crossed the room and gently ruffled her hair.

"Yeah."

Sloane nodded and sank into a chair at the table. "I finished my mom's diary. All of it."

"And?"

"And I found out my photographic