Roman
“Roman...” Samara says as we walk away from Sloane’s room.
I put a finger to my lips to quiet her. When we get to our room, I lead her in and close the door.
“What if Scarlet pressured her to change her room around. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t have it the way she wants,” Samara says, worry evident on her face and in her voice.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “I think maybe we’re the ones who pressured her into keeping her room the same. I’ve known Scarlet all her life. She’s a lot like her mother, very protective. She was covering for Sloane. My guess is, Sloane didn’t want her room to look like it used to, for whatever reason. But we never asked her, did we? We just assumed it would make it easier for her.”
She opens her mouth, then closes it aga
