Natasha
NatashaI get behind the wheel of the Land Rover and adjust the seat forward.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.I’m not going to cry because I’m so done. Christ, it was like Pamela Harrison all over again. I was sticking around, waiting, hoping to be good enough for Dima, but I was just a fall-back friend.
The kind you play with when you’re stuck in a cabin with them, and there’s no one else around, but not good enough to be his girlfriend.
Screw him.
Seriously: f**k. Dima.
I swipe a few bitter tears from my eyes and reach for my phone.
I found it with Dima’s keys. They were in a dresser drawer in his and Nikolai’s room, along with the pistol. Nikolai had just watched me wordlessly as I pulled them out and shut the drawer. “You leaving?” He obviously wasn’t going to try to sto
