ROMAN
By the time I finished talking, Faye was already sitting on the floor outside the cell.
Her back rested against the metal door now, her knees slightly drawn upward as she stared ahead silently.
And somehow, that silence was beginning to get to me.
I sat there watching her quietly for several seconds.
Waiting.
Trying to read her expression.
Trying to figure out what she was thinking.
But she had always been difficult for me to read when she was processing something deeply.
She didn’t react loudly.
She absorbed things first.
And honestly, right now, I wasn’t sure if that made this better or worse.
The silence stretched again.
Way too long.
“Say something.”
The words escaped me before I could stop them.
My own voice sounded rougher than before.
“I can’t handle the silen
