Chapter 89 Katerina

• THE BED IS STIFF, but it's clean. I'm pretty sure Yevgeniy must have hired someone to give the house a quick once-over before we arrived since the silken sheets don't match the grotesque exterior. He has enough money to uproot his life weekly. Paying a cleaner is chump change, I bet.
• I'm lying across the bed when my mother enters the room. "Mamochka!" I blurt, sitting up sharply. "Are you okay?"
• She waves a hand at me dismissively. Her arms circle her body as if she's cold, but the room is overly warm. "Of course."