A sob rips my chest open. And that’s when I feel the seat undulate, someone scooting next to me. I lower one hand and see Katya, her cheeks splotched red like she’s been crying. I turn my head, and I see Luka across from me, his gaze just as bloodshot. But he smiles weakly, as though reminding me that I have people who care about me in this city—who are here for me.
I love Nikolai’s family 😭
