Page 52 of Dark Embers

I pause. “Because there were three. The twins—and the woman who came in after.”

“You never told us she was Russian.”

“Well, maybe I had a few things on my mind—like protecting my daughter?”

“Sabrina—”

“What did your message say?” I cut her off, not ready for another lecture.

“I was going to ask if you’d cover my ballet classes while we’re away,” she says, and I blink.

“Really?”

“You’re the only one I trust with the kids. Penny ran off with some guy, and you know most of the mothers can’t afford a new teacher. Oleksi said he’d help set up a temporary studio for you. He’s arranging everything.”

“You talked to Oleksi today?”

“This morning. When you didn’t answer your phone. Honestly, why do you even have one if you have it on silent or shoved in the damn huge purse of yours?”

“Because I’m a mother, and I silence it so my baby can sleep,” I snap.

She ignores me. “Can you teach my classes, please, Rina?”

“Fine. I’ll teach your classes.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” A pause. “Can I give you some advice?”

“Will it stop you if I say no?”

Another pause. “Just… be careful with your heart. Men like Oleksi—”

“Mother, it’s nothing like that between us,” I assure her.

“I’m not stupid, sweetheart. I could see the heat between the two of you…”

“Okay this has just officially got fucking awkward.” I rub my eyes. “Have a good trip mother.”

“Wait, Rina.” She stops me from hanging up. “Just promise me you won’t lie to him. Or to Sam. If something happens—if you find something—tell them. You’re not just looking out for yourself anymore and they can’t protect the two of you if they don’t know everything.”

“I’ve told them everything,” I tell her but guilt makes my gut tighten.

By the time I’ve hung up I feel like my head is spinning.

And then I see it—the box. The one I found beneath the floorboard. It’s peeking out of my purse.

I know what I must do. My mother is right. I do need to tell and show Oleksi everything. I can’t solve whatever’s going on by myself. Not with a baby girl to protect as well and he does have the resources and muscle power. I grab the box and head for the door, only to be intercepted by Magda.

“Miss Craft.”

My heart jumps. “Where’s Elena?”

“She’s with Mr. Mirochin. I was going to change her and take her for a walk. If that’s alright with you?”

“A walk where?”

“To the park. Lev and Ivan will come too. You know, for security.”

It’s overwhelming. All of it. I nod, and Magda smiles. “Sure.”

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