Chapter 249: You'll Understand

Savannah It was about five minutes later when Reese finally stepped out of Roman’s room. He had a handkerchief clenched in one fist. I didn’t ask where it came from. I didn’t ask if he was okay. I didn’t ask anything at all. Some grief didn’t need commentary, and Reese’s was the kind that demanded silence. We walked side by side down the hallway, the space between us filled with unspoken words and a tension so thick it pressed against my chest. The manor felt different now. It was even colder and heavier. Every step echoed too loudly against the marble floors. “You know,” Reese said suddenly, breaking the silence, “I want to be mad at you.” My stomach dropped. “I want to cuss you out. I want to hurt you for being anywhere near that gun that left Roman in that state.” I swallowed hard, my throat burning. “But I can’t,” he continued, jaw locked. “My brother would hate me forever if I ever laid a hand on you. He’d never forgive me. He’d never speak to me again.” He scoffed under his breat