Zenovia

‘Oh, Doamne… Mother Mary, all saints… Domovoy… Please protect us!’ I entreated in my mind upon seeing Marisha holding a gun⸺Maks’ gun, as I recognized it immediately. I glanced at our babies, and I could tell they were still undisturbed despite our presence here.

Maksimillian moved between me and his aunt. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to cover me with his bulk against the gun, if his aunt chose to shoot me. My heart was already beating so hard and fast, as I was filled with fear. I could feel the cold slithering down my spine that my body started to shake.

“Don’t you move...