New Dan Brown Novel Novels & Stories

Danica POV Dmitry wasn’t lying when he said he would be in late. When I came home last night, the house was empty. I placed the envelope full of money on his dresser. He’d given me enough money for a life time. I hated taking charity from anyone, but Dmitry made it hard to say no. He swopped in at all the right times. Exactly when I needed him. I showered, washed my hair, and pulled out a small book I borrowed from the school library a few weeks ago.