Roman hesitated before going into the room with Poppy. The amount of guilt he was feeling, mixed with the grief of his brother, had him feeling like a failure. As of late, he was wondering why his father thought he was worthy of being the leader of the D'Amico family. Often, he believed maybe Remi was a better choice. She didn't seem to worry over things the way he did or take things so personally.
Pushing the door, it squeaked open, making Poppy turned her head to the doorway with a weak smile. "Hey handsome."
"Hey, princess. How are you feeling?"
"Sore, but I'll be okay."
Stepping in, Roman slowly approached, taking her hand in his. Sitting next to her in the doctor's rolling chair, he couldn't even look the poor women in the eyes. He hated she was here. It was his fault, and there was no denying it.
"Poppy, I'm so sorry. I should have called the doctor sooner. Hell, I shouldn't have had you kidnapped. I'm a monster."
