#Chapter11

Ariel and Jevelene sat on a snow covered bench under an array of black wooded, apple trees. The snow slowly fell from the branches as little snowflakes and a tall streetlight lit up the bench yellow in the deep blue, winter, Moscow morning.

They were wearing their royal blue uniforms and white blazers. Ariel had wrapped a thick, wollen, yellow muffler around his neck and Jevelene could see the fog surrounding his dry lips as he breathed. There was a pair of two tiny, brown moles on his jaw near his ear.

She focused on those and he turned towards her. He had a big brown mole right at...