Chapter 97

Dmitri

Ariel should have been here with me to say goodbye to the last phase of our trauma, but her body suddenly started acting up this morning, and after what happened three days ago, I admitted her for a general body check.

"Wait, Dmitri," Anya's raspy voice stopped me from taking any further step out of the ward.

She'd be locked in here until the psychiatrist decided that her mental health was back to normal. At least, it was better than living in guilt for the rest of my life.

I spared her a backward glance, my eyes roving through her pale face. How did I go from...