193. The Things He Takes BackRoman

By the time the lawyer arrives, Roman has already shed whatever remained of hesitation, has already taken his breakfast and is on his second cup of coffee.

It doesn’t feel like anger anymore. Anger is loud. Reactive. Messy. But this… This is quiet, deliberate and final.

He stands by the window when the door opens, hands loosely clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on the city stretching endlessly below him. From this height, everything looks small. ...