Sasha
Sasha“We should go to Russia,” my mother says. It’s been two days since I saw Maxim at the Kremlin, and I haven’t left the hotel room. I’m sitting by the window looking out at the street below. I alternate sitting here with pacing around the small room.
I don’t know if I’m thinking, or I’ve just shut down.
“No.”
“No.”“Please, Sasha. Be reasonable. We can’t stay here forever. Soon Ravil will figure out the hotel is still charging his credit card, and we’ll be kicked out.”
“You did this,” I snap at her. “You took away the only person who ever really cared about me!”
My mother’s eyes widen. “What are you saying? I’m the only one who ever really cared about you.”
“No.” I’m so sick of the hot tears that keep leaking from my eyes. “Maxim really cared. He listened. He supported my dr
