“Nothing. And she preferred it that way. I guess I just took it for granted that you felt the same.”
“You bet your ass I don’t,” she snaps, placing a protective hand over Mischa as we turn a corner. I wonder if she even realizesshe’s doing it or if that need to protect her loved ones just flows from her without a second thought. “The whole point in beingmarried is that we share everything with each other, Dmitri.”
“It’s what you promised me when we got married.”
“Why promise something you had no intention of keeping?”
“Because I was going to tell you the truth eventually,” I assure her. “I just didn’t want to do it then, while you were so pregnantand dealing with so much.”
She gnashes her teeth in frustration. “The ‘so much’ that I was dealing with also included mourning one of my bes
