ZARYA ROGOV
"Start speaking." He commanded, rolling his sleeves up.
I massaged my throat, warm tears pricking my eyes as I hesitantly looked up at him.
"I have n-no connection with my brother. If I were involved with him, I wouldn't have gone up there to save her." I explained myself. The best I could do, but I knew he would only believe what he wanted to.
"Or maybe you changed your mind in the end?" He asked, tilting his head as he grabbed the side railing attached to the hospital bed.
See, he would believe whatever he wanted to.
"I already explained myself. I had no idea of my brother's plan. Your number is the only number saved in my phone. How else can I contact my family?" I asked, trying to bring logical reasoning up. My voice cracked, my eyes burned, but I tried to keep myse
