Chapter 137: New Ways To Echo

Savannah Four days later. I feel hollow. It feels like something inside me drained out and forgot to come back. The silence in this house has a shape now—it sits between the walls, breathes through the floors, then curls around me when I’m alone. Which I am, all of the time actually. Roman hasn’t spoken to me since that argument. And I haven’t spoken to him either. We move around each other like polite strangers who share a kitchen and a bed they no longer touch. He leaves before sunrise, comes home long after midnight. Some nights I hear the garage door open and close again within minutes—he doesn’t even come inside. Once, he didn’t come home at all. He slept at his office. I didn’t ask why. I knew why. He’s avoiding me. It's clear as day. And maybe I deserve that. Maybe this time I pushed him too far. He’s always been the one to fix things first. The one to swallow his pride, to say ‘let’s not fight anymore’, to find me and press his lips to my forehead even when I’m still angry. But