I nod, pushing myself back to my feet. “I’ll drink to that.”
Matvei stands with me and we clasp hands.
“You’ll keep me posted?” I ask. “Before you leave?”
“Of course.”
I nod and head off in search of my wife.
It’s been hard to get hold of her these days. Between the boys and planning the new women’s shelter that’s going to be erected on this site once the rubble has been cleared away, she’s been busy. Too busy, in my opinion.
Never thought I’d be jealous of a project. But I can see what the work has done for her.
She hasn’t said it quite so explicitly, but I know she sees Charity in all the women she’s helped so far. And all the faceless women she’s yet to help.
She wants to save the world, one life at a time.
“Looking for someone?”
I turn to my Uncle Kian as he walks over to me.
