LENA’S POINT OF VIEW
I slide out of the bed and make the bed before I leave the room. But I keep thinking about Dmitri, he may still in gray. I slowly make my way closer to the bedroom door, looking at Maia in the kitchen behind the door to making sure that she’s not here. “Fiuhh…” I exhale in relief as I saw she was busy cooking our breakfast. I make my way back towards the bed and reach my phone at the bedside, I’m scrolling my contacts to call Dmitri and ask him about the funereal.
