I wake up from a wild scream. I get out of bed and throw a thin robe over my shoulders. My heart gallops across my chest as I walk down the stairs. Father. His strain echoes in my head. I clutch the waistband of my robe and count to ten, trying to calm the shivers running down my spine.

“That's all your love, Falcon,” the father laughs loudly.

I quicken my pace and in a matter of seconds I am in the kitchen. My heart skips a powerful beat as I cross the threshold of the kitchen.

- Oleg? I kneel next to the Falcon. With trembling fingers I touch...