As he leaned against the balcony, staring into empty space, Roman was beginning to believe that Alina had meant it when she had said that she did not care what his last name was. It did not define the man he was. She was making him feel that way.
It was not a bad feeling at all.
They had spent two days in California, was unfortunately due to go back in another two days – he could not afford to stay away long from his newly established business. Looking back at his wife and son playing chirpily behind him in the bath tub outside Eva’s bedroom, he felt an inane sense of peace.
A peace he felt was unfortunately short lived as he spotted his mother having tea on the ground floor garden, and knew it was the time to confront her. Sending a furtive glance towards his family, he surreptitious
