Chapter 63 Sasha

• There was urgency in her steps when we left the house. But now Katerina slows down, her head turning as she takes everything in. She's seen glimpses of my property on our way to and from my car, as well as whatever angle the windows provide. That's not the same as walking across the lush grass that leads through the rose garden. I've seen enough of her inquisitive frowns and widening eyes to know she likes what she sees. I even catch her smiling to herself a few times. If the crisp weather combined with the views and clean air can't cheer her up, nothing will.
• She remains silent the entire walk. Her attention is focused on what's immediately in front of her: flowers, fountains, marble statues I've commissioned over the years. This part of my mansion is peaceful, but it can never hide the turmoil that dwells behind its walls.
• Katerina stops short, pointing into the distance. "What's that?"