Chapter 2
Dounia saw a flash of familiar black hair and heavy-lensed frames and immediately hid behind the corner. She was somewhat ashamed of how she was avoiding Tanya, but she didn’t know what to say anymore. Things were complicated.
“Are you hiding again?” Meow asked grumpily from around her neck. “This is getting to be annoying. You need to talk to her.”
“You sound like Ira,” grumbled Dounia, shoulders stiffening.
“Ira is right. You do need to talk to her. She leaves in the morning.”
Dounia hadn’t known that.
“To the front?” she whispered.
“Where else? She hasn’t changed her mind just because you won’t talk to her.”
Dounia bit hard on her lip and didn’t say anything else. She didn’t want to tell Meow that she’d been childishly hoping Tanya would feel guilty about Dounia avoidi
