CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

Dimitri

I sat alone in the hospital corridor with my head was in my hands.

Irina was gone. Just like that.

She had taken our son and left.

And I had no idea where she went.

"Dimitri," a voice said.

I looked up to see Mikhail standing there.

He was leaning heavily on a cane.

"You should be resting," I said, my voice tired.

"And you should be finding your wife," Mikhail replied. "Instead of sitting here feeling sorry for yourself."

"I do not know where to look," I admitted.

"Have you tried calling her?" Mikhail asked.

"Fourteen times," I said. "She is not answering."

"What about the...