“I love it. Thank you for letting me relive this feeling.” Sasha drinks her soup, stopping now and again as if needing to catch her breath.
I place a hand on her back, stroking it, but she shows no reaction. She’s either gotten into the role, or she’s too engrossed in the food to notice.
The rest of the evening has a homey feel and Nadia scolds Sasha whenever she tries to move or exert herself.
Nicholas takes another look at her, and Nadia gives her painkillers before we all bid each other goodnight.
As soon as we reach the room, Sasha lies on the bed, obviously exhausted. But since she’s a stubborn being, she did everything she could to hide her condition from the old couple.
I go to wash up in the adjoining bathroom, then remove the old reading glasses I borrowed from Nicholas under
