AMELIA

I spent the next two days trying to understand why Roman wouldn't come home and most importantly, why I was here.

I should have left.

I should have packed up my things and found a small apartment. Yet, something was keeping me in here, it wasn't the fact that I cared for his reputation or what the people would say once I left. No.

It was because I just couldn't bring myself to leave.

He's lonely. He will be lonely.

That shouldn't have been the least of my concern but it was.

After getting dressed in my denim overalls, I made my way to the basement Trenton had led me to the previous day. Apparently it was my studio. A place even Roman hadn't seen ever since I moved in my supplies.

I was working on the painting Vincent had asked for, just as I was preparing myself to attend his family event, as he had called it. He didn't want to go alone. And God knew my weakness was loneliness. Watching someone I know go through that is something I will be unable to handle, most especially whe