Nikolai
My heart is pounding as I storm into the guest house, having cancelled my meeting with Dmitri only to find my wife curled up on the couch wearing the black shirt I gave her to sleep in last night, a tub of ice cream in her lap. She looks up at me, the rims of her eyes swollen and puffy as she scoops another spoonful of ice cream from the tub In Front of her into her mouth.
I set the bottle of Advil down on the coffee table and crouch down In front of her, cradling her face in my hands.
“You're back,” she says, sniffling as She leans towards my touch, her eyes closing briefly at the contact.
When I got her text earlier, asking me if I could get her a bottle of Advil from the pharmacy, I expected to find her curled up in bed when I got back and not In front of the television surr
