KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.
The instant I heard the echo of Cassia’s voice, my grip on the bouquet of pink roses tightened. I didn’t know when my strides increased their pace, up until I stopped right in front of them. But they didn’t realise I was there, not until I spoke.
“Enough, Mládshaya syestra” [little sister].
The second my voice hit, the room turned to ice, as all of them froze. From the corner of my eye, I could see my wife shrink into herself again, her hands clutching onto the sleeves of her dress, alternating most times to pull them into her fists.
She was hiding again……I gritted my teeth at the thought of someone pushing her back into her shell, especially after all I’d done to get her to come out of it.
My mind replayed the pictures I had stared at for about ten minutes j
