Love

Things were clear now, her daughter, her baby, her Viktoria was alive, and she could finally feel that the emptiness in her chest made sense, the feeling of longing and guilt that never stopped tormenting her was for her, for Viktoria, for her daughter. Klaus had shown her the original versions of the photographs, a couple of videos of their twins, seeing little Viktor again made her cry herself to exhaustion, reminding her of the old wound of his death, and as she saw images of Viktoria, her mind began to fill in the doubts and blanks, although she didn't remember everything and there was a large part of the night when Nikolay had died that she still considered unclear, she had enjoyed finally being able to talk to Klaus about their children, the man looked at her with adoration, which made her feel slightly guilty for not being able to admit her feelings, as she spoke, Klaus seemed attentive, laughing a couple of times at the videos of their children.

"Where did you get this?" she a