Pavel
Three weeks later
I park my car a block away from Asya’s home and head up the street.
Flying in would have been much easier. Instead, I drove thirteen hours, hoping I’d change my mind along the way and turn around. I stopped three times and almost convinced myself to do exactly that, but when I got back on the road, I just continued heading east. The need to see her again is an obsession, the only thing I’ve thought about for days. Just one quick glimpse, and I’ll be gone.
Something wet lands on my cheek, so I peer at the night sky. It’s snowing. My chest tightens at the sight of the white flakes as they fall on my face. My mishka doesn’t like snow. It’s the one thing we weren’t able to overcome.
I promised myself that I won’t keep hoping for her return. I knew she wouldn’t,
