A wave of nausea came over her. She hadn’t been feeling well lately. Flu? She hadn’t had it in years.
“What’s wrong?” Marina stood in the doorway with a handful of jeans.
“Oh, nothing. I’ve been working too long. I need a break.” She leaned on a chair and boosted herself onto her feet.
Dizziness whirled around her. She held on until it passed.
Marina eyed her with a calculating expression and said,
“Honey, do you want some tea? You don’t look too hot. Mikhail’s in the kitchen making some.”
“That would be a good idea.”
They wandered into the kitchen and sat at the table.
“I got an email from Alex,” Marina said.
Elena’s stomach clutched in response. She tried to sound nonchalant when she said, “Oh? What did he have to say?”
Mikhail came over and brought them two mugs of tea, then s
