I leaned forward, now fully invested.
"And then," she continued, "a girl in a yellow dress walked by. I remember her. Vibrant, wild hair, eyes too big for her face, and this lightness about her. I think I passed out after seeing her. When I came to, she was still there, kneeling beside me with an inhaler in her hand. She didn’t ask if I was okay. She just said, 'My name is Katia. I’m not going to ask how you feel because that would embarrass you. But promise me one thing. One day, you’ll give me to your son as a wife.'"
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. "No fùcking way. She said that?"
"Word for word."
I leaned back, shaking my head. "So, she saved you?"
"Yes. Then she took me to the hospital and called you. Remember?"
I paused. A vague memory surfaced. That random call. Broo
