It’s not just Dima that is tearing me apart from the inside out. It’s Brigitte; it’s Jorik; it’s a whole world of lies and violence I thought I escaped. So many skeletons in my closet now—Rose and Taras, too, of course. My mother as well. It’s getting awfully crowded in there.
But Dima is still the star of the show.
Lukas fusses in the bassinet shoved into the corner. I swipe tears off of my cheeks and hurry in to give him his bottle.
It’s a good reminder: no matter what, I have to do what’s best for Lukas. Always. He is my only priority, the only thing that matters.
My plan since the moment the pregnancy test showed positive was to raise Lukas on my own. I knew I could do it back then. I know I still can.
It’s harder now that I know Dima, of course. Now that I’m aware of what could h
