SASHA
My phone was pretty much silent. It seemed Nikolai had finally given up on calling me and bombarding me with series of text messages. I had read each and everyone of those messages and had been tempted to reply to them.
Instead, I sighed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean my hands and face.
I knew my aunt, she was a neat freak, and I knew she would definitely throw a tantrum if I didn't clean my teeth...
Once I got to the table, I met her smiling and talking with the others. My father, an my uncle.
I said my greetings and matched to my own side of the table, where I sat and picked up my utensils.
I spooned my food into my mouth, trying hard not to crack under the scrutinizing gaze of my aunt. What was her problem?
“You look different.” She said, narrowing h
