I stare at my brother, grateful that he has my back even after everything that has happened. Maybe Lev and Jessa are right. Maybe I have been too hard on him.
“The Turks? Yeah. Is the baby okay?”
“I had the doctor come in and examine her. There was no bleeding, no sign of distress. The baby is fine.”
“He’s strong,” Yulian says. “Like his father.”
He comes around the sofa and I put my hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
Yulian looks shocked for a second. “For what?”
“For holding down the fort for me,” I say. “I don’t say it enough.”
He raises his eyebrows. “So I’m not a screw-up all the time then?”
“Not all the time,” I say with a small smile. “Just most of it.”
“I’ll take it.” He sinks into the sofa, taking the spot that I’d been sitting in. His left leg bounces wildly, and I can t
