SERGEI MOROZOV
The sound of the hospital machine beeping continuously fell on my ears as I sat in the chair by my grandfather's hospital bed. The old man held my hand in his wrinkled and weak one.
"You know right..." He began speaking, his voice throaty. He struggled to speak, yet he didn't stop speaking whenever I came to visit him.
"Your brother wasn't in love with her." He said, and my jaw twitched as I recalled the memory from eight years ago.
It made my blood boil.
"She threatened him with the baby."
*Cough* *Cough*
"Don't speak anymore." I tried to suppress my commanding tone in front of him, but I just couldn't; it was rooted in me.
"Matvey was too soft; he fell for her tricks." He didn't stop speaking. Each word he spoke reminded me of the bitter past.
"Rogov's took my M
