Alissia
I don’t know if I actually remember the lullaby or if it’s just the fragments my mind has clung to. My uncle always sang it in Russian, and I never thought much of it at the time. But something about Blake mentioning it, triggers something in me.
“Wait!” I leap up, rushing to my bedroom. I crawl under the bed, reaching for an old box I kept hidden away.
Blake laughs behind me. “If you’re trying to hide, you’re doing a pretty s**t job. Your legs are out,” he jokes, and I laugh despite the intensity of the moment. I grab the items inside the box, but when I try to wiggle out, I realize I’m stuck.
“Drag me out. I’m stuck!” I call out, wiggling helplessly. His hands grasp my knees, and with a swift tug, he pulls me free. I flip onto my back, breathless and laughing.
He kneels over
