“I won’t wake them.
I’m not here to — I just couldn’t stay away, Yelena.
I tried.”
“You gave us the key,” she said, wary, her hand tightening on the mug.
“You said no questions tonight.
So why are you here.”
“I lied,” I said.
“I’m sorry.
I tried to drive away and I couldn’t sit in that car and pretend I hadn’t just seen four boys wearing my childhood face.
I can’t.”
Chapter 11 — Two Stories
“They don’t concern you,” she said, but it came out with less certainty than before.
“They have my jaw.
My eyes.