“Happily never after,” I murmur into the silence.
All week, I can’t bring myself to look at her. I can’t bring myself to speak. And for what? What would I even say? What could I say, after all this mess?
The truth, a new, unfamiliar part of me suggests. Tell her the truth. Tell her everything that happened—Petra’s baby, Yuri, all of it.
It’s tempting. So, so f*****g tempting.
But if I could trust April with the truth, then we wouldn’t be here to begin with.
“I saw April again today,” Grisha informs me on the drive to the office. “Her eyes were red.”
“Then buy her some eye drops.”
“She hasn’t been sleeping. I could hear her sobbing from the hallway.”
I turn my head to the window and ignore him.
“It’s every night, Matvey. This has to stop.”
“Then buy yourself some earplugs, too,” I
