FAYE
The look on Roman’s face when I mentioned home tugged at something inside me.
It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Roman rarely showed his emotions in a way that demanded attention. Instead, they surfaced quietly... in the way his shoulders stiffened, in the way his eyes drifted toward the ground as if searching for something that wasn’t there.
And every time the subject of his past came up, that same quiet shift happened.
I knew that feeling.
Not the exact situation... because losing your memories entirely was something I could barely imagine... but I understood the hollow space that came from thinking about something that should exist and realizing it didn’t.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I changed the subject.
“Well,” I said, brushing my hands lightly against my shirt as
