He presses his lips together until they are white. Then, he looks at me out of the corner of his eye.“And what about you?”
He folds his hands together in front of him, elbows resting on his knees. “What do you see?”
I stand up and walk around the desk until I’m standing in front of him. I rest on the edge, legs crossedat the ankles. “I’ve always seen my brother. My twin. And I have every bit of faith that he is in theresomewhere, and he’ll return one day.”
He stares at the wall for a long time, his eyes flicking up towards the ceiling, and I know he is fightingback tears. “The ultimatum won’t do s**t for me,” he says finally.
“Losing your family isn’t enough motivation?”
Before Mikhail walked in, I hadn’t realized how tired I was. Now, exhaustion seeps into my bones. Ifeel like I coul
