Samara

When we get back into the SUV, Roman is quiet, lost in his thoughts. I don’t try to start a conversation. I’m lost in my own thoughts. What the hell was that in there? He looked ... grief stricken, like losing Teddy nearly broke him.

‘I told you, Samara. I don’t think he was involved. I don’t want to kill them,' Ayla says.

I glance over at Roman. He’s rubbing his hand over his jaw in a way that feels like a habit, a habit he has when he’s stressed or uptight.

‘I want to ...