I drag Petra by the hand and head for the kitchen.
Against all odds, Petra doesn’t let go.
When I hear the keycard beep, I tense.
Matvey’s back. Once, the thought would’ve made me light up like a Christmas tree. But now…
Now, I don’t even know if he’ll look at me.
He strides in. Of course—he lives here now. He’s not going to ring the doorbell anymore. No need for me to let him in. That little ritual hasn’t been gone a day, and I already miss it like hell.
“Good evening,” he greets impassively, putting down his briefcase.
I force a smile. “Evening.”
Then his gaze sweeps over the table.
I wince. I already know what he’s frowning at: a spread of takeout foods with no rhyme or reason, from pizza to noodles to sushi rolls. “Do I need to call Dr. Allan back?” he asks, but there’s an amu
