Chapter 83 Eighty-three
- Mikhail
- Silence dominates the stuffy room as concrete trucks barrel past the double-hung windows, heading toward the long, towering chutes. We watch from the window as the truck is lined up beneath the chute before the concrete is poured. The large barrel spins methodically, taking a little sting out of my building anger.
- I shake my head, clenching my teeth. "You spoke before I arrived."