It was during the move that Gloria came up to me and quietly let me know that I’ve been “let go.” She said we’re still obliged to stay here, of course, for our safety. But I’m no longer employed by the Zakrevsky household.
She squeezed my hands and reassured me that everything will work out for the best. “God won’t abandon you now, sweetheart—and sometimes, people just need a solid cosmic backhand to knock some sense back in.”
I’ve been in this room ever since. One bare twin mattress, no windows. A basic bathroom with a tiny shower but no toiletries. I don’t technically need any, but I don’t want to smell like Demyen anymore.
Every time I do, I just start crying all over again.
Pavel’s been taking Willow to school. I tried joining them our first morning back, but he discreetly stopped
