FAYE
Dinner had already begun by the time I realized something was missing.
Or rather… someone.
The dining room was warm with the quiet bustle of a meal in progress. Plates had been filled, serving dishes passed from one end of the table to the other.
Everyone had settled in comfortably enough.
Everyone except the one person I kept finding myself looking for.
Roman.
My eyes drifted to the dining room entrance again before I could stop myself.
Still no sign of him.
I tried not to make it obvious, but I had already checked at least four times since we sat down. It wasn’t like he was required to be here, and no one had asked about him yet, but I had made sure Martha told him dinner was ready.
Usually, that was enough.
Roman wasn’t particularly talkative at the dinner table, but he
