Dimi flew home shortly after he and Helene flamed out in the doubles semifinals. He stopped by the house to check on Alexey, Sasha, and Yuliana before the Asian swing of the men’s tour, then dropped off more presents at the orphanage.
He had one more stop to make—the home of Tatiana Moldova’s mother. He left an envelope with money in the mailbox, rang the bell, and hustled across the street. There, he waited for her to open the door slowly, and, after looking from side to side, check the box. She opened the envelope and hugged it to her.
“Oh, Tati,” he heard her cry. “Tati, my baby, my baby.”
Dimi waited until she shut the door and then, putting his hoodie up, disappeared into the night.
