Chapter 9

Guilia

I listened as droplets of rain beat down on the roof of our two-bedroom bungalow. Alessio had gone out to get us some groceries since the refrigerator was running low on stock, leaving me to wallow in an abyss of endless thoughts. I hated that my mind hadn’t accepted the fact that I’d never see Vladimir again.

Deep down I knew that it was a lie, Vladimir would move mountains to see me again, especially now that he was aware of the child we had created together. Another bone-chilling realization was that I secretly wanted him to find us.

A knock on the door startled me, and...