Chapter 98 A Fragile Unity

• Naomi's POV
• Except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the sporadic creak of the ancient hardwood floor beneath my feets, the room was silent. With his head in his hands and tension flowing off him in waves, Roman perched on the edge of the couch. My thoughts were racing as I watched him leaning against the doorway.
• We had to stop struggling in the dark and holding out hope for a miracle. Yes, Camille was dangerous, but I couldn't deny that she might have the answers we were looking for.