“Clothes were missing from the closet, a suitcase is gone, and Lukas’s diaper bag, too. It looked like someone packed them up. I doubt Ilyasov would have bothered. Plus, nothing was disturbed and no one saw anyone come or go on the security cameras… except Arya.”
It takes a second for the meaning in his words to sink in. For me to fully understand what he’s telling me.
I don’t know why I’m surprised. And I don’t know why it hurts as bad as it does.
She’s left before. More than once. But this one cuts deepest of all.
I spin around and reach out a hand to Vera, gesturing for her to stand up.
“I just gave birth,” she snaps.
“Which is why I’m helping.” I bend down and slowly pull her to her feet, wrapping her arm around mine. “We’re leaving.”
“Dima, come on,” Gennady says, walking next
