Every day I woke up hoping that it would all end soon. The days dragged on mercilessly. There were two days left until Day X.
From early morning, a bad feeling gnawed at me. Even the weather seemed to echo it—an actual storm broke loose outside.
My brother hadn’t been seen for two days, and panic was closing in on me. Father only came by for another dose of blood, but today even that was delayed.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Yes?”
Katya entered the room and, walking over to the bed, sat down.
“Oleg sent me to you. Pack your things.”
“Why?”
I stared at her in confusion.
“You’re moving in with your fiancé.”
“What? What fiancé?”
“What do you mean, which one? Marat.”
“I’m not taking a single step from this place.”
“Your father suspected you’d answer that way and asked me t
