ROMAN

My lawyer sits directly across from me. He opens his briefcase and sighs. "Roman."

I rub my eyes. "Just tell me how to get out of this place. I didn't kill anyone. I didn't touch the murder weapon. I was just a wrong place, wrong fucking time scenario."

"Well, I have to be honest with you, don't I? The situation is more complicated than it seems right now. Sebastian had a restraining order against you. You knew this?"

I run a hand down my face. "He called me. If they check the phone ...