The emotional weight of the ultrasound finally settled, solidifying my resolve rather than softening it. Seeing our son, so tenacious, so perfectly whole, only reinforced the terrifying reality: I could not rely solely on Vladimir’s legion of guards. I had faced the enemy in my own home, and I had fought back, but luck was a flimsy shield. We are still yet to see our other child, the doctor said our baby hid behind our son, now i’m left guessing if it is a boy or girl.
I found Vladimir in his gym, a cavernous space that smelled of sweat, leather, and ambition. He was sparring with Ivan, a swift, brutal ballet of muscle and intent. They moved with a chilling economy of effort.
I waited until the end of the round. Vladimir, glistening with sweat, caught the towel Alexander tossed him, his
