Rand sat in her old quarters staring at the computer console. She had conflicted feelings about what she was doing. She really didn’t think Roman would ever forgive her, but he was too stubborn to ask for help or even admit he needed it. Except in a letter, that except by accident, she wouldn’t have seen until it was too late. He had more than just her, and it was time that he realized and accepted that. She had already arranged to put the call through, and she waited for someone on the other end, people she’d never met, to answer.

Rand