There is a man who has just entered Tasnim's hospital room, I have no idea who he is, but he seems somewhat irritated by my presence. I can only think that he is a family member that must have come from out of town. Not having to cause any problems, I politely get up to greet the man before I go.
"Hi, sorry I am intruding. I am Carson," now I need to think of my next words very carefully. "I am a friend of Tasnim."
"Well, it is good to see that she has some friends down here. I am Roman, Roman Sloane. Tasnim and I and to get married."
At the very mention of the word, I get knocked down to my knees as a suffocating grip takes hold of my heart. Tasnim never once mentioned that she knew Roman Sloane. Why would she lie about such a thing? Do I even dare to ask? This is none of my business; I think I have once again overstepped a line that should not have been crossed.
