I take a painkiller for my headache and then a long nap to get my thoughts straight and lower my stress levels. I’d told Natalia as much as I could about everything that happened with me. For some reason, I don’t tell her about the fake marriage. I pretend it’s real. I lie.
I don’t like us like this; she’s hiding something and I’m hiding something. But until I feel completely comfortable about being honest with Natalia, I’ll keep her in the dark about my real relationship with Dmitri.
At around early noon, I wake up from an uncomfortable nap. Sweat makes my clothes stick to my skin, and I feel the dull edge of my headache returning a little, awoken by the heat and the time I’d spent in one position, hurdled under the blanket.
I glance around the room, searching for Natalia before I reme
