Chapter 83

Shock. Horror. Confusion. All of it ran through me as I registered what Marek said. He was so angry that his accent was heavy. It took me a minute to one, realize he was speaking in English, and two what words he was saying. I did some mental math. If Bronya was twenty-nine at the time…then I was around eleven. Four years of that, I would have been fifteen. My eyes widened.

“He…he was right…”

“What?” Marek all but growled out.

I looked down at knees, my face falling a little. “I was fifteen. That’s when…when I had the abortion. I didn’t let anyone know though. Least of all Enzo. He must have just thought he failed. Bronya was probably already back in Russia with the Petrov’s.”

Something cracked and I saw Marek’s hand grabbing the arm of the chaise. He was lost in his rage. Moving to straddle his lap, I grabbed his face in my hands.

“Hey, muzh, com