Pinky Swear

Chapter 262: Pinky Swear Savannah My thoughts refused to settle. They spun endlessly, colliding into one another relentlessly. Every time I thought I’d reached some fragile understanding, another memory surfaced. River was the one who finally broke the silence. “You mentioned earlier,” she began, her voice gentle and measured, as though she were stepping through a minefield, “that someone was injecting Roman.” I nodded, slowly. My neck felt stiff, like even that small movement took effort. “Did you see the person’s face?” she asked. “Did you recognize him?” Another nod. This one was heavier. “Yes,” I said quietly. “He was there when Roman was shot. In New Hope. I saw him that day. He was also in Italy. That was the first time I saw him.” My fingers curled into the fabric of my blouse. “He disappeared right after Roman was shot. I never saw him again until today. That bastard.” River’s lips pressed into a thin line as she processed that. Her gaze drifted, unfocused, staring