Chapter 54 Fifty-four
- Maria
- My father stands beside a young Mikhail, and another man is beside him. From the looks of the photograph, they're out in the country somewhere. But unlike the familiar dour face I grew up with, my father is smiling here, practically laughing. His arm is slung around the other man like they're old friends.
- "What the fuck?" I whisper. "Is this a sick joke?"