And that’s exactly how things will stay.
If this experience has taught me anything, it’s that my kids are better off without their fathers.
At the rate you’re going, they might be better off without their mothers, too, says a sickening, sneering voice in my head.
“Excuse me,” I mutter. “I need to go back to—”
Yulian’s hand is swift. In a single motion, he’s got my arm trapped against the wall, a painless but unbreakable hold.
He’s everywhere, he’s everything. His palm, hot on my skin. His eyes, scanning every inch of me. It’s too much, all of it,bringing back memories that are best kept buried six feet under.
Then he slides his fingers into my wrist cuff and yanks.
But it’s too late: the lace tears clean in half.
Then Yulian’s eyes widen, pupils reduced to pi
