She shuffled out of the room, mumbling in Ukrainian. “What are you saying?” Cassie called after her. Bobby paused in the doorway and gripped the frame. “It’s something my father used to say to me when I was young.” “What is it?” Bobby turned to face Cassie and closed her eyes, as if retreating into herself. Her voice broke as she translated the words into English. “Just make it through today, and hope tomorrow will be better.”
