Chapter 48
“Where have you been?” Andriy asked when Stana opened the door to her cottage that night. His face was tight, his voice loud. “I’ve come here night after night. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
“Andriy, relax.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Come inside. I’ve missed you.”
“No, I don’t think you have.” His tone was petulant as he walked into the little room. “I doubt you even thought of me.”
“Where is all this coming from?” she asked as she removed his jacket then poured him a glass of wine. “Here, this will make you less angry.”
“I doubt it,” he mumbled although he took a sip.
“Sit with me,” she said as she crossed to the small sofa, and then patted the seat beside her.
“I’ve been through hell here,” he said, joining her. “People are dying. Dr. Masur. D
