" I'm fine, sweetheart. " - Yuri, said. He kissed on top of her head even though the tenderness of it made him feel sick to his stomach.

A part of Yuri was telling him he was pretending again and that no matter how much he wanted to change, it would be impossible. He would always be a heartless bastard.

" Yuri? " - Kathy, asked. The tremulous note in her voice made his arms tighten around her.

" What is it, sweetheart? " - Yuri, asked.

Kathy tried to breathe normally, but it was hard. Grief, made worse by the remnants of shock, was a crushing weight on her...