"Iryna?" I put my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Tears burned in my eyes and I scooted the far side of the seat. Twenty minutes ago we were lost is each other, and now I felt like someone had shot me through the heart. The first sob escaped my chest, and I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them.

I heard a sob from my love, and she shifted in the seat. "Oh, moya lyuba. Oh, what did I do?" Her hand reached out and softly held the back of my neck.

She didn't pull me towards her. The part of me that had been...