Chapter 8
KATERINA
Lucian and I spent the whole weekend in my house, just talking and getting to know each other better. I studied his mannerisms and tried to decipher all the words he wasn’t saying. He seemed like a genuine guy and I could sense he was actually telling the truth when he spoke.
But doubt crept in anyway, although that might have had something to do with the fact that my period was still late. Now it was late by five days—almost a full week—and I couldn’t blame it on stress any longer.
“I’m going to the grocery store,” I announced Sunday evening.
“We’ve already eaten,” Lucian said, as though that was the only reason to go shopping.
“I’m out of coffee,” I managed. It wasn’t a lie, so I didn’t feel guilty using that as an excuse. If my suspicions were right though, I wo
