Episode 72

Naomi

I glanced down at the clock wearily, feeling another hour slip away that didn’t bring any peace to my life. I felt like my body was moving at a snail’s pace, the fog around me never truly lifting.

More than that, I continued to hear the sound of the crib crashing to the ground repeatedly in my mind, a lifetime of what could have been dreams and hopes for the future gone in an instant.

It had been Vera who had found me still curled up against the door and had helped me to my bed, even holding me briefly and whispering that it was going to be just fine.

I allowed her to do so, comforted that the stern older woman would even consider offering me comfort when I was the subject of so much pain for the man she served.

Did she know that I wasn’t Sveta now? Did they all know? Was I the butt of some joke that Gavril was dealing with?

Had I truly ruined everything for him?

It was all my fault, after all. If I had only told him about Jon’s true identity in the beginning, he could have been