I collapse against his broad chest and rest my cheek against his collarbone. It feels so damn soothing that I can’t get up. I can’t seem to open my eyes, either.
I wait until his breathing and heartbeat slow. It’s coming—the moment I’ve been waiting for. The reason I came down here, the reason I followed Isaak’s orders, the reason I bent and stripped and moaned for him.
Because I want the secret in his head.
I take one more minute to savor the stillness and the silence and Isaak’s smell and bulk all around me.
It’s time to find my daughter.
The dream is confusing—but then, dreams usually are.
Maxim is in it. So is Otets. At one point, even Uncle Yakov makes an appearance, reminding me how much I liked him when I was a young boy.
My father’s face is black and puffy. He looks like raw
