“Will you sit with me?” I pat the cushion next to me and he joins me, albeit somewhat reluctantly.
“What was her funeral like?” I glance towards the doorway even though I know that Dmitri’s not in the apartment. “I wouldhave asked Dmitri, but he seems keen on avoiding any real conversation about Bee.”
Aleks fixes me with an expression that seems to read, And you thought I’d feel differently? “It was a simple service.”
I can’t help but scowl at him. “Gee, thanks for the details. You really paint a vivid picture.”
He half-sighs, half-laughs. “Sorry. It’s not the easiest thing for me to talk about, either.”
“No, yeah, of course not. I’m the one who should be sorry.” I feel like an i***t for assuming that, just because Bee andAleksandr weren’t as close as she was wi
