My hand slowly rose to my cheeks, feeling the flush that I knew was now there. My chest rose and fell, hearing my breath because there wasn’t a single sound coming from downstairs. It was completely silent.

Stepping away from the door, I collapsed into the giant chair that was in the room. Pulling my legs up, I buried my head between them. Shouting picked up again, mostly in Russian, and it seemed like Juri jumped in as well. I wasn’t listening anymore. I didn’t want to listen anymore.

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