Irina
My hands were trembling.
I sat in the front seat of Alexei's car.
My whole body was shaking.
Alexei was driving. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles were white.
He was driving too fast. Way too fast.
The wind rushed through the open window. It was cold and harsh, making my eyes water.
Or maybe I was already crying, I could not tell anymore.
My stomach was churning. I wanted to throw up.
But I could not think about that.
Because Dimitri was alive.
Dimitri was alive!
I had just seen him, touched him and heard his voice.
He was badly hurt, thin and haggard. His clothes were rags, his beard was overgrown and messy.
But he was alive.
And he did not recognize me.
He looked at me like I was a stranger, like we had never
