Chapter 238: Where Is Roman?

Savannah The world didn’t end all at once. At least not for me. It unraveled slowly, brutally, in pieces I couldn’t stop watching. Red and blue lights flooded the house, flashing against the walls, against the bodies, against the blood that no amount of sirens could erase. The front of the house turned into absolute chaos. There were voices shouting, boots pounding, radios crackling, but I felt removed from it all, like I was trapped behind glass, watching a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Roman was lifted onto a stretcher. Roman—my Roman—motionless, pale… lifeless. “No—no, wait—” I sobbed, scrambling after them, my hands clutching at his shirt as if sheer will could keep him with me. “Please—please don’t take him yet—he’s still here—he has to be—” “Ma’am,” one of the paramedics said gently but firmly, peeling my fingers away. “We need space.” Space. As if space hadn’t already stolen everything from me. I stumbled after them anyway, barefoot, shaking, my knees threatening to give ou