Alyson
A few tears escaped from my eyes but I quickly wiped them away before anyone could notice. I was already embarrassed enough that I’d left a pile of puke outside, I didn’t want Dmitry or the twins to have to worry about me even more because they were already doing more than they should’ve. Within a few more moments breakfast was served and the three of them sat around me at the kitchen table. For Vera, that so-called breakfast consisted of Oreo cookies and whiskey .
“Whiskey for breakfast?” I asked Vera.
“It’s Saturday morning and I had strange dreams.” She replied pouring out another drink of Johnnie Walker’s twelve-year-old Black Label. “You want some?”
Before I could say no she handed me the mostly empty bottle but I pushed it across the table over to Svetlana without giving a
