Chapter 49 Katerina

• The house is dark. Nobody is awake at this hour. Nobody except me.
• On the balls of my feet, I creep silently into the kitchen. If anyone spotted me, they'd instantly know I was up to something. Who would dress in a full ensemble of black sneakers, tights, and a loose-fitting sweater while prowling around the house?
• If Sasha does have cameras in here ... he'll have a lot of questions when he sees this footage. I have to hope no one checks. I can't give them a reason to. But to be extra cautious, I make sure my head is ducked. I hope that it's enough to prevent my face from being recognized. It's an irrationally unrealistic belief, yet I cling to it the way I do every fragment of control I can access lately.