She hadn’t really slept. She had laid her body on the bed for hours, but her mind refused to rest. It kept replaying Lucas’s visit, Roman’s face, and the things she didn't understand.

When another knock came at her door, she flinched.

“Des?”

Lucas again.

She exhaled shakily, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. Part of her wanted to pretend she wasn’t home, but the sound of his voice carried something softer today, concern mixed with persistence…. Or maybe she was just tired of being ...