The night that Roman and his mother had paid a visit had been anything but pleasant. The air was heavy with unspoken accusations and veiled threats, and Becky had felt the hostility emanating from Roman’s mother, who seemed to be eyeing everyone in the room up and down with a critical gaze.
It had been the longest three hours of her life. As though everyone had been tip-toeing on eggshells, afraid of setting off a bomb. Every word that was spoken felt like it was being weighed and measured, as if each syllable was a potential trigger for an explosive argument.
To Becky’s irritation, Roman himself had seemed almost aloof, as if he was observing the scene from a distance. It was hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling, as his expression remained carefully neutral throughout the heated
