[Dawn]
Sophie is standing in front of me, trying to block the way back to the bedroom from the bathroom.
“No,” I repeat. “I’m refusing, not because it isn't a nice gesture of yours.”
“But you’re in danger,” Sophie implores. “f*****g Russian danger.”
“I know,” I say, squeezing under her arm and putting my bag of toiletries on the bag I’ve packed to take to my mothers. “My mother is also in danger.”
“She’s welcome as well!” Sophie throws up her hands.
“You don’t understand though, Soph, it’s not the place. It’s not that you’re offering help; it’s that my mother is comfortable in her home.
She doesn’t know that Andre died because of the Russians, she’s grieving because her son died in a car crash. If we come to your house, I have to explain everything else her son was up to since he l
