Chapter 131 One-hundred & Thirty-one
- Mikhail
- We return to the couch and immerse ourselves in the search, reading every word written on each page as the hours slowly pass.
- Maria's keen eyes catch something I've missed. The pages in the lead-up to my father's death have also been torn out. She runs her fingertips over the page and suddenly holds it up against the light as if seeing something that isn't there.