The silk sheets feel soft against my skin, but the comfort is a lie. I woke up alone, the cool air where Vladimir’s body was a silent reminder of his absence. I’m starting to hate how he just disappears without a word. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, a quiet promise to the twins that I’ll keep them safe, even if I’m not sure I can keep myself safe. I've been here for three days, and every day is a test. I am a fish out of water, in a world of sharks, and the most terrifying ...