Chapter 124 Sasha

• STEPPING OUT OF MY SHOES, I throw them carelessly to the far end of my bedroom. My overshirt goes next. I'm in nothing but my pants and a sleeveless undershirt when someone knocks on my door.
• Drawing my hand over my face, I stare at my reflection in the closet door mirror. I'm haggard, to put it politely. If it's Ulyana knocking, she's going to take one look at the messy state of my room and conclude I'm becoming a slob. Finding the energy to be tidy isn't easy. This listlessness goes beyond mere exhaustion.
• I'm bone-tired after my talk with Katerina. Every conversation we have feels like a battle. I'm not winning any of them, though I don't think I'd feel better if I did.