Story
StoryFor a moment, when I wake, I don’t recognize where I am. The soft sheets, the warm bed. The sense of comfort. There’s a feeling of safety and of the presence of another, but I can’t quite remember…
I open my eyes, and it all comes rushing back to me.
Oleg.
It’s amazing how comforting his presence is to me. Grounding. Solid. When I’m around him, the chaos in my head seems to quiet.
Oleg is up and dressed, sitting at a table near the curtains. A bag from the local bagel place sits on the table, along with a cup of take-out coffee. The scent gets me out of bed.
I don’t want to think about last night.
The gun at my head.
The three men Oleg killed. The trouble he must be in. I know I need to demand answers—we’re going to figure out how to communicate one way or another—but pa
