As Konstantin and Karina hugged me, I had to bite my lip to endure the pain. They cried their hearts out and crowded my bed that night. Not even Yulia could take Konstantin away. It was the first time they slept after nights of terror.
But I couldn’t sleep. The pain didn’t allow me the comfort of shutting my brain and relaxing. In fact, it was soon after that incident that I found it hard to sleep. My mind was on high alert, thinking about solutions in case I was ambushed again.
That’s when I realized that if I didn’t create distance from my siblings, they’d be collateral damage in my father’s grand plans for me.
Since then, I’ve learned to trust my gut when it tells me something.
Like now.
I knew something was amiss the moment Sasha asked for three days off. One, she barely utilizes
