I laugh and catch up with Matvey. When I slip my hand into his, he doesn’t move away. Only throws me a sideways glance and mutters, “Amazons? Really?”
“Hey, it was your wife’s idea.”
“You gonna teach May how to ride a horse?”
My smile wavers. “If I can, I want to teach her everything.”
He squeezes my hand, firm and sure, as if trying to share his strength with me. To tell me, in his language of a man of few words: I am here. I’m not going anywhere.
I squeeze back, then step into the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Do you think we took a wrong turn?” Petra asks after five minutes of searching the empty room.
“We didn’t take any turns,” Matvey says. “It was a straight path.”
“Maybe you should shut the f**k up.”
“Guys?” I tremble. “Maybe you should both look here.”
I point with a s
