I couldn’t waste any more time. Nika could be dying, and Alexander…
It was hard to accept that I had to let go of the little one, and Sasha didn’t want to leave me either. She grabbed my hair tightly when I tried to hand her over to Ishida, and she started crying even louder, her mouth wide open, her face red with anger.
I gathered all the courage I had left at that point to pry open her tiny fists and force her to let go of me. To this day I don’t know how I managed it: I turned my back on her, on the helicopter, and on my own desperation so I wouldn’t see them leave, so quickly that no one could stop them.
Luke acted like a good cop, holding the situation together, and I ended up under his arm.
“It’s over now, Johanna… it’s over. It’s done,” he told me in a murmur while rubbing my ba
