Chapter 18. Facing His Feelings

Roman’s POV

“I don’t know anymore, Damien. I honestly don’t know what to do. No matter what angle I try to view it from, it just doesn’t seem right,” I rambled as the waitress placed a bottle of whiskey on the table.

For some unknown reason, I felt guilty about doing something I couldn’t even define. That irritating feeling bloomed within me the exact moment I dropped Sofie off at the house and caught a fleeting glimpse of her glassy eyes, brimming with suppressed tears. No matter how much alcohol I consumed, I just couldn’t shake that image from my mind. It made my heart awfully heavy.

Damien waited until the waitress walked away before he replied, “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say, man.”

I poured a generous amount of the amber liquid into two glasses, then slid one toward Damien, who nodded befo