Roman's POV
When I returned to the room, she was exactly as I had left her after Liam's visit—curled up silently on the couch by the window, the blanket I'd wrapped around her still clinging to her frail frame.
The soft chill of the morning breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against her skin, but she made no move to adjust or shift. She just sat there, motionless, staring blankly outside.
I still couldn't understand what went on in her mind during those long stretches of silence.
Did she think about the past—about all of us? Did she regret what she had done? Or was she fighting the haunting memories of the six years of torment she'd endured? Or perhaps… she wasn't thinking of anything at all.
I wonder when she will be alright and we would be able to have a proper conversation.
"Eira," I called softly.
