Chapter 100 One-hundred

• Mikhail
• It's rare for me not to be in the city when the sun rises. I always wake up two hours before dawn, but not today. I haven't been able to sleep at all. Pavel and I sit in the waiting room, mentally blocking out the irritating voice of the overenthusiastic morning host on a TV bolted to the wall.
• My gaze is unfocused as I stare out the large windows at the morning light. Bands of orange accent the mauve sky as the sun peeks its top over the horizon. My toes tap the floor rapidly as I wait for an update on Maria's condition. Anton stands outside the window, smoking all his cigarettes.