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I couldn’t help the grin that tugged my lips. “Ty master slov i moego serdtsa.”You are a master of words and my heart.
Chapter 66
Mia
Lextightenedhergriparound my neck, her embrace almost suffocating. “This is it. Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded, trying to pull away from her embrace. “Yes, I’m ready. Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’ll come back for visits. Maybe he’s moved on, and I’ll come back right away.”
A wave of sadness washed over me, and I hugged her back tightly for comfort.
Sacha continued sending small gifts here and there for the past week, but his communication grew sparse. It was as if he wanted to express something but didn’t have the words to say it. Our texts became few and far between, yet everything he said drew me in closer and made the months leading up to today stretch on for eternity.
Lex released me, and I lingered a little while longer.
She and I had grown closer these last five months. Although I hadn’t come clean with my parents about my amnesia, they seemed to have caught on that something was amiss, but they never outright said anything. Maybe it was fear that held their lips closed?
She released me, and I walked to the door where my parents stood in wait.
“I swear it feels like you just walked in the door. Are you absolutely certain you can’t delay your trip a bit longer?” My mother enveloped me in a tight embrace, holding on as if she never wanted to let go.
“The ticket has already been bought and paid for, Mom,” I stated firmly, my worn heels a testament to the effort I’d put into earning the money. “And besides, this is exactly what I went to school for.”
“I know, I know,” my mother murmured, still seeming uncertain. “It just feels like it’s all happening so fast.”
“Mom, I’ve been talking about going to Russia since day one of my classes.”
“Okay, okay,” she relented, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’ll call us as soon as you get there, won’t you?”
“Of course,” I promised before turning to my father and embracing him.
“You know where to find us when you’re done,” my father said gruffly.
“I know. I’ll be fine,” I replied, the words ringing hollow in my ears. A car horn blared outside, interrupting the heavy silence. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what was to come.
“Well, you better get going,” my father said, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. He picked up my roller bag and handed it to me, a silent indication that it was time to go.
“This is all you’re taking?”
I nodded. “I don’t need much.”
If Sacha kept me, I wouldn’t need my clothes, but if he didn’t, it’d be a quick trip back, and a large bag would be unnecessary.
“Okay then.”
Dad opened the door, and we walked out into the warm summer night air. He put my bag in the trunk of the taxi, and I slid into the back seat.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, leaning against the car door.
“Absolutely.”
“Do you have enough cash?”
“Yup, all set.”
“Your passport?”
“Safe and sound in my purse.”