He nods and drops his hand. “I didn’t get this for you because you’re weak; I got this for you because I want you to be free. Whether I’m there with you or not.”
His final words hang in the air between us, and I want to ask what they mean.
Like, if he temporarily isn’t there with me? Or if he is no longer part of my life at all?
Only a couple weeks ago, I wished for Timofey Viktorov to be nothing more than a bad dream. I wanted to forget he ever existed and move on with my life. But now… I can’t imagine moving forward without him.
The truth of it sits in my stomach like a bowling ball. I swallow down a fresh wave of tears, willing myself not to dissolve into hysterics again.
“Okay, here we go.” Timofey grabs my waist and hoists me up onto the bike in one seamless movement. It’s like I
