Igor's POV
She was trembling. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, fingers clutching deep into my bare skin like I would disappear if she even loosened her grip for a second.
"Oh my love, you came for me," she whispered into my chest.
My heart immediately stopped. Could it be that she has forgiven me? I gently pulled at her shoulders so I could see her face.
"Elena," I said carefully, searching her eyes. "Are you okay?"
She gently shut her eyes as tears streamed down while gently nodding her head. "I'm not okay, Igor. I haven't been okay since we lost everything."
"I know. Me either. There is a lot of explaining to do, but I don't think now is the right time. You don't look too well."
She looked at me with those beautiful eyes. Something else flickered there too.
Something older.
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