Roxanne's POV:

"How are you holding up?" Roman asked as he drove.

I met his eyes in the rearview mirror, then looked at Jersey, who sat comfortably next to me with her eyes closed.

I was furious with him for wanting death over us, but that didn't mean I didn't understand how he felt. Astrid was Astrid, and I was me. Our emotions were the same, yet different.

I shifted my gaze to the window and chose to keep quiet.

I said my goodbyes to everyone, and they were so sad to see me ...