“What are you doing?” I rasp.

Roman slips inside the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

The sound of the lock clicking into place is like a gunshot in the small room. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to run away, but I’m not sure if I can move my legs.

“Why are you here?” he fires back.

I jerk in response. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he retorts in a gruffer tone. “Why are you here?”

My shoulders straighten as anger roils ...