Roman

My first stop was Noah. Stepping inside his room, my nose scrunched as the light brightened. The stench of an unbathed man and most likely a bedpan in need of emptying filled the air. His cheeks and chin were covered with beard growth more gray than dark and his hair was a mess. I lifted the back of my hand to my nose.

His dark eyes squinted as he turned my direction.

I didn’t say a word as I walked to the metal chair and ...