Gavril
I sensed the change in Naomi the moment the car pulled away from the curb. She waved at the girls and then tucked herself against the door, keeping a distance between us. From her reaction to me in Inessa’s kitchen, I’d thought the things we discussed today had been forgotten.
Clearly that wasn’t the case. And as much as I wanted to force her to come to my side, I didn’t.
Being with the girls today had done me some good. It had helped me keep my mind off the s**t surrounding my life, including the Krasnaya brigadiers and the fact that my wife had disregarded my basic rules.
I had also gotten my hands on the piano that I had bought for the girls, losing myself in my lessons with both of them and reconnecting my soul to music for a little while.
No matter what I became in the fut
