Chapter 6
By the time Rohan’s car pulled up in front of the house, darkness shrouded the country, the last throes of winter hurling icy rain at the country in a miserable meteorological low. Emma met her husband at the front door, forcing a smile onto her lips.
“Zdravstvuyte, dorogaya,” he said with a sigh.
“Hey,” she said in reply, closing the outer door and waiting while he sat on the chair and stripped off his shoes, socks covering the prosthetic and slender toes of his other foot. Rohan pulled indoor plimsolls on to aid his grip on the shiny floorboards. “You look tired.” Emma ran a gentle hand through his blond hair, feeling the softness of the waves and loving the way the short layers hugged the back of his neck. “How was the train ride?”
“Da, ok,” Rohan mused, rubbing his eyes.
