Echoes of Her

POV: Roman.

When my quiet footsteps finally bring me to the edge of the kitchen door, I swallow hard. I take a deep breath, desperately trying to compose my features into a mask of cool indifference. I need to look completely unaffected. I need to act like her leaving meant absolutely nothing to me, even though my heart is pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I fully expect to find Valeria