“Yes, Maxim,” she says. “But I didn’t know that at the time. It was a choice between keeping Jo withme and risking her safety. Or leaving her with Bree and allowing her to have some semblance ofnormalcy.”
She gnaws at her lower lip and her eyes go hazy like she’s reliving the experience here in this dankbasement.
“I veered between the two choices for months. It wasn’t even a question at first—Jo was alwaysgoing to stay with me. Then, when I was six months pregnant, Eric arrived at my apartment and toldme that they had news that Bratva men were in the city. He wasn’t sure if their movements had to dowith me, but I was forced to leave my apartment that same night. The next two months, I moved fromone safehouse to the next. I was exhausted and terrified by t
