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ALEXIA GREEN. 

Russia feels like a distant nightmare by now. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Why? 

Christian Volkov hasn’t stepped into the house 

since I saw him last at the airport. 

Since he kissed Millie on the forehead, smiled, 

ordered his men to get me home and hopped in a black vehicle, disappearing. 

The only signs I have that he is alive and well is… 

“You can’t keep doing this. I know it’s your job but this is getting out of hand. You’ve barely had time to rest for weeks“, Juana complains feeding Millie her bottle of milk. 

I wipe the hair from my daughter’s forehead. 

As long as my baby is safe, everything else is 

okay. 

“I’ll rest later. I’m fine, Juana. Really, I’m fine.” 

“Being pale and stitching men twenty four seven does not look fine to me. You are pale and thin and the idiot doesn’t seem to care while he runs 

his businesses God knows where.” 

“Juana-” I start to warn her.