Mikhail
"Going out with Larissa?" I ask Maria as she scampers out of our bed and straight into the bathroom. The shower starts before she answers. Lying in our bed, I listen to the water ricochet off the tiles, giving her an excuse not to talk to me.
"Yes, baby shopping and lunch. You know how she likes to shop."
I hoist myself out of bed and find my wallet. "Make sure you take my card. My treat. I'm sure Larissa will pick out a dress for herself."
A quick thank you, and then the door shuts firmly. I wait a second, and the lock clicks.
Maria has been distant since we returned to the penthouse. She doesn't spend much time in our bedroom, finding reasons to either hang out in her old bedroom or spend time with Dominika.
I searched the penthouse for twenty minutes the other day, trying
