Roman/ Oliver

Lucille’s gaze skirted the room, unwilling to meet mine. I wouldn’t rush her. The prospects we were both facing were too unlikely and too dangerous to confront with a rash decision. Before I could ask again about what she saw as our future, Lucille’s focus landed on the large portrait of a child.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I’ve always wondered why Roman would want that portrait in ...