SEVENTY EIGHT

The doorbell rang and Natasha pulled herself out of the couch to go and open the door. Ever since the fight between Diane and Nicholas that night, Diane had insisted that Natasha stayed with her. She claimed that she would soon divorce Nicholas anyway, so, the contract that climbed that Nicholas had to take care of the sisters was void.

Natasha pulled the door open and was surprised to see Nicholas standing there, a bouquet of roses in his hands. “Nicholas! What are you doing here?”

“Your sister instructed me to come here this evening,” he said. “We’ve found a new way we can track Malvika’s location.”

“That’s nice. Come inside,” she said, stepping aside for him to walk in. She closed the door and turned towards him, heading back for the couch. “Those are nice flowers,” she said as she flopped on the couch.

“They are for Diane.”

“Why don’t you drop them at the table and sit?” she asked.

“No, I’d rather give them to her personally,” he answered choosing to stand in the middle of the liv