I want to argue with him, but I don’t know how. Mikhail cares about this family as much as I do, but we care about it in different ways. We want different things. And I have no idea how to make that work anymore.
“You should be asleep,” he says again, dragging a hand over his jaw. “You take care of yourself and the baby; I’ll deal with everything else.”
Before I can even begin to figure out what to say to that, his phone rings.
Somewhere deeper in the house, another phone rings at the same time.
Mikhail frowns, hesitating for only a second before he answers it. “Hello?”
I hear an echo of this conversation happening in the other room. Anatoly’s on the phone, too. It’s a coincidence. They both got a phone call at the same time, that’s it. Everything is fine.
I believe my own lies until
