Chapter 12
Mary was walking slowly down one end of the long corridor floating in white light. Bag in hand, that familiar proud expression on her face, but her eyes were tired. After a busy day, deals, meetings—she had come here just to be sure of one thing.
Where was Mikhail going lately, what was he doing… that question was bothering her day by day. So coming here today.
She stopped for a moment before turning the corner of the corridor. Seeing a cabin door half-open from a distance, her eyes naturally went towards it. At that moment, she was involved in a scene that set her mind on fire.
The room inside was as much as she could see, and everything was understandable. An old woman was lying on the bed, an oxygen mask on her nose, a light blanket on her body. Her face was wrinkled, he
