Angelina
I am not sure what wakes me, but the moment I open my eyes, I know I’m not alone in the room. The digital clock on the nightstand shows two a.m. I sit up in the bed and look around the room. I don’t notice him at first because he blends well into the darkness. The only thing that gives him away is his hair, caught in the moonlight coming through the window.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Sergei says from his spot in the recliner.
I doubt it was him who woke me. He is sitting so still that if I didn’t know where to look, I wouldn’t have noticed him.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask.
“No.”
He seems relaxed, but there is something in the tone of his voice that seems . . . wrong somehow.
“Why?”
“Too much s**t over the past couple of days.”
“You should let me go then. One less thing for you t
