"This feels surreal…" Chris muttered under his breath before releasing Emma from his embrace. Then he spoke to her in Russian.
However, she furrowed her brows when she looked up to meet his gaze. Bewilderment was apparent on her face as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. "What?"
"You didn't understand?"
She shook her head and pursed her lips into a thin line, embarrassed that she forgot how to use her mother tongue. "Sorry… I'm only familiar with some words… but..."
"That's okay. I'll teach you." He smiled.
It was weird looking at her this close. She looked exactly like his sister when she was young—only she was now older and taller. His heart throbbed at the thought of all the time they lost. He remembered their parents, and he hoped that they had forgiven him for not being a good brother—for losing her and being separated for years.
