The next morning, late, Milena completely ignored the pile of paperwork on her desk for the first time.
She was sad, and bitter, and no one could talk her into working now. Like every citizen in this country, she was entitled to her own time of grieving. Raphael had left a little before dawn, shouldering by himself the burden to relay the sad truth to Eugenie and their Father. Milena was worried for them. Eugenie had lost her husband, and their already weakened Father was losing a son. No woman deserved to be a widow weeks after her wedding. And Antonin... Milena was so sorry her nephew wouldn't ever get to know his dad. Valentin would have been an amazing father.
Standing alone on her balcony, Milena let a couple more tears fall down her cheeks. She wasn't scared to cry, and she had p
