Mikhail’s response is still fresh in my mind. It’s easy to parrot it back to Anatoly. “Letting your emotions dictate your life is the quickest way to losing control. And I have no interest in losing control.”
Swallowing the pill feels like trying to swallow a rock. But I chase it with a long drink of water from the bathroom sink.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Anatoly is shaking his head. “I think it would be nice. Dante would love to have a sibling.”
“Dante doesn’t know what he wants,” I spit. “He’s a little kid. It’s why I never wanted him in this world in the first place. I want him to have a choice. To be able to decide his future. Here, it’s all laid out for him.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“Mikhail was the second son. The spare. But he rose up and took what he wanted. D
