Roman's POV :
It was friday morning. I woke up before my alarm and stared at the ceiling for an hour, having the same argument with myself I'd been losing since Wednesday.
Who really is my father ?
I got up, showered, dressed, went downstairs. Coffee helped and then it didn't. Breakfast tasted like nothing.
Amara showed up around seven looking like she'd slept about as well as I had. We didn't talk. We just sat across from each other and drank and stared at different parts of the room .I knew she was still thinking about Linda's visit .
By one o'clock we were in the car with William driving. I kept my eyes on the window and my hands in my lap and left it at that.
"You good?" William asked after twenty minutes of silence.
"No."
He nodded and left it alone. That was why I kept him around.He didn't ask much even after I explained what Linda said to me.
