Maria
"I'm sorry," I whisper to end the silence.
Mikhail pulls back, but his hands stay on me, gently cradling my face. "Why are you apologizing, Maria?"
I hesitate because there are too many things to list, and I'm afraid that the look in his eyes will turn to ice if I tell him everything I've done to hurt him. But I didn't mean to do those things. I grimace in pain as I try to sit up again. This could've easily been him and not me. It could have been so much worse.
Mikhail holds me until I stop trying to move. "Maria, don't. You have to heal for the baby."
I nod. "I should've told you. I should tell you the truth."
Mikhail sits down in the chair beside my bed. He seems heavy with responsibility as he looks at the photos again before placing them on the bed.
"You were scared," he s
