Chapter 81 Katerina

• My mother clings to me in the back seat of the car. The small backpack she loaded with clothing is cradled in her lap, bumping me with every shift of the car.
• Yevgeniy rides up front in the passenger side while a man with a double chin and ham-sized shoulders drives. I hear Yevgeniy call him Osip, but the driver himself hasn't spoken a word to any of us. He barely looked at me when we got into the car, and now, half an hour later, that hasn't changed.
• What's going to happen? I rub my mother's back. She's terrified, unable to lift her eyes from the floor. I think back to how she froze up at the house.