Roxanne

I looked around the building; it’s been 10 years since I last came here, and I wondered what Moscow looked like now. I was so scared to step in because our last encounter had been a disaster.

I had sworn to him that I would never step my foot in this place again, ever, but here I was 10 years later, coming back to the same place I vowed never to step foot on again for help.

I heaved a sigh and pushed the door open, walking into the store slowly, like I was counting my steps.

Although ...