INICIAR SESIÓN꧁ Marisella ꧂I almost don’t want to let him in, but what if he has news about Sonya?I’m surprised to see it had started to drizzle.Alexei stands on the porch, darkness bleeding over his shoulders as the light rain wets his shirt.His eyes have found me, intense and black, accentuating the danger his body represents.“Come in,” I say, my voice so soft I wonder if he heard me.Before taking a step, he looks past me into the house. “Do you have everything you need here?”I don’t blame him. It must look dreary in here. I kept the lights off, save for a dim lamp that paints the house a ghostly sight.“I do. Come in.”This time, he listens, walking past me. His steps make no sound. It feels like letting the wolf in.I take another look at the drizzly neighborhood before closing the door behind him.He’d turned in the middle of the room and is facing me, at home in the darkness.The silence is unnerving.“Do you have an update about Sonya?”“Sonya is fine. I—”My head cocks in disbelief.
꧁ Marisella ꧂It doesn’t take long before I’m in Cole’s car, boneless and exhausted in the passenger seat.“When was the last time you saw her?” he asks, brows furrowed.The car purrs beneath me as we ride aimlessly toward the setting sun.“The night I met you.”It’s after I say it that I realize.The last time I’d seen Sonya was the night I’d met Cole. The same night Alexei had punched Cole and we’d discovered there’d been an intruder in the house.Crazy events have occurred almost every day since Alexei had returned.Sometimes I wish I’d never taken that job from Sonya. I wish I’d never sicced Alexei on our lives.“I’ve scoped the address and surveillance. Your friend left home that same night and was never captured returning.”My stomach sinks. So it’s confirmed she’s been missing from that very night.Wait.“I spoke to her days later. She called me… and we had a fight. But she was okay.”The night she confronted me about keeping Alexei’s identity from her.How long after the club
꧁ Marisella ꧂I walk into the house I grew up in with trepidation.Silence greets me, a heavy premonition in the air.Weeks ago, an intruder had gained access through the kitchen window. I have a key, and I used the door, but I feel just like an intruder.My shower is short and purposeful. I dress up in running shoes, jogging pants, and a jacket.Before hailing an Uber, I jog to the end of the street to clear my head, and while in the car, I feel somewhat more in control.I just received the biggest news of my life, and I’m holding back every damaging thought sticking fingers in my brain.I want to see my friend, apologize and explain the situation to her, and get advice.I miss her, and frankly, her blunt attitude would help me so much.At her apartment building, I run up the stairs with my heart nearly bursting.Finally, someone I can talk to without falling into a life-altering trap. Someone I’m not afraid to show all my colors without flinching under bone-crushing shame.Her door
꧁ Marisella ꧂My eyes peel open, senses returning like memory foam. A color here, texture there. My general position registers on a deep breath, my throat tight on a gulp.Then I remember.Mum. The infection… Alexei.I turn side to side to see I’m alone in the room, on a hospital bed.I’d fainted from exhaustion, and now my mother was alone with Alexei. I can’t let her talk to him.My legs are heavy as lead as I swing them to the floor. And then I sit there, weight braced on my arms as the exhaustion clears like a storm.What had she said? Something about dying.Something about adoption.I freeze.That familiar ache and disbelief rush back into my body with a vengeance.I’m adopted. My mother… is not my real mother.And she’d decided to tell me now.Because she thinks she’s dying, and she wants to give me a chance to…No.That’s not it.A sick suspicion churns my gut.She wouldn’t lie about such a thing. But the circumstances around her confession feel doctored.I brush my palm over m
꧁ Marisella ꧂In person, Elizaveta sucks the air in the hallway and spins it into an icy typhoon around herself.She’s tall. Equal in height to Alexei’s six-something, though she’s wearing heels. Even then, it’s impressive.After a single sweep of her dismissive gaze over me, she scans the hospital hallway with distaste and then turns to Alexei.“Why are we outside?”The spell breaks.I face Alexei too.Without looking at his fiancée, he gestures to her. “Marisella, this is Elizaveta Vasilieva, my fiancée. Elizaveta, this is my sister.”“Stepsister.”Elizaveta’s correction slams into me with the force of a brick.But I don’t have the time or luxury to be shocked or offended. To be anything. My mother is fighting for her life, and I have a plan that requires a straight head.So I smile, even though my joints ache and my head hurts.“It’s so nice to finally meet you. I was wondering when we’d get to meet.” I can’t bring myself to offer a hug or handshake. “I didn’t imagine it would be
꧁ Marisella ꧂Long after Mum and I finish talking, I stare up at the cold, sky-blue ceiling.Even as my awareness dims and sleep hazes my senses, I muse over everything Mum had told me. Everything I’ve learned in the past few weeks.His return. Her recovery. His engagement.The sins of one father come to drag us all to hell.The chair is stiff behind me, and only beeps punctuate the air.He took everything from her. It wouldn’t be fair to let him win. Even in death.The sheer vastness of my mother’s inheritance is baffling. My childhood had been comfortable but tight. That prickly awareness of something wrong with your parent’s relationship prevalent in every moment.Dad’s prolonged absences, the money trouble always on the horizon. Mum’s hard work to keep us firmly middle-class.The face of the sickly boy who’d come to live with us.A sigh.Now Alexei is walking into a cage of a marriage, and Konstantin is probably developing Mum’s land.I can’t let that happen.My muddled mind clear







