In the time since Andrei had left her apartment, Daniella had stayed routed numbly to her spot on the sofa. Time seemed to trickle by slowly as she contemplated what Nik would be saying to his father at that very moment. Would he be angry, sad or disappointed? She hoped that whatever was happening, Nik would give him the same opportunity at forgiveness as he had given her.
By 9pm, a whole 2 hours after Andrei had left, she was struggling to keep the rising panic from bubbling over. Waiting was excruciating, worse still when she had no idea what she was waiting for. 'I'll come back later and we can talk properly,' he'd said. That could have meant anything, but going by his attitude previous to that, Daniella wasn't holding much hope.
When Andrei finally arrived, she was half tempted to ig
