Milana
For the past three days now, I've been going back and forth, trying my utmost best to avoid Viktor and forget that whatever happened in the bathroom even happened. I've been doing so well as Viktor has been doing the same. He doesn't even reply to my greetings, but I never stop greeting him. He is still my boss.
“Come on, Annika. Let's go.” I wrap my hands around Annika’s wrists and we both march out of the sitting room. She just finished having breakfast, and her father is still seated in the dining room. He feeds her basically every morning when he's home.
“Are you sure that you had all your books packed and homework done? If not, we can quickly go through them in the car.” I tell her but Annika shakes her head.
“I packed everything Milana. And all my homework is done. Pap
