“Hey, there’s a note.” Mila holds up a folded piece of paper just like the one that led me here.
I take it gingerly from Mila’s extended hand and flip it open.
I wanted to make your dream a reality. I’ve taken some liberties in filling in the blanks, but you can change anything you don’t like. Consider it my gift to you. The only thing I ask in return is for you to reconsider therapy.
I read the note again and again.
“‘Consider it my gift to you,’” I grit. “‘The only thing I ask in return is for you to reconsider therapy.’”
Mila is chewing on the inside of her cheek when I make eye contact again. “Annie warned him that this wasn’t a good idea.”
I throw the note on the floor. “Of course she did. And of course he didn’t listen. Because Andrey Kuznetsov doesn’t listen to anyone but hims
