More Than Sympathy

I gripped the edges of the bathroom sink, my knuckles white as I stared down at the porcelain drain. My chest heaved with shaky breaths. I was desperately trying to pull myself together when the bathroom door creaked open behind me.

"I thought I asked you to leave." I snapped the words out, my voice thick with lingering frustration, assuming Roman had come back to torment me further.

I glanced