𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍
The drive seemed to take forever. The traffic was bad but not nearly as horrible as yesterday. Still, with the driver braking and accelerating every couple of minutes — and the numbing effect of adrenaline wearing off — my headache came back with a vengeance, as did the pain from all the bruises and scrapes I had all over my body. On top of everything, I was suddenly made aware of the gnawing emptiness in my stomach and a cottony dryness in my mouth.
Of course. I haven't had anything to eat or drink since yesterday afternoon.
So to distract myself from my misery, I decided to think about Natasha and how happy she was in the last picture Igor had sent me. My baby sister had her arm around a pretty blonde guy — her current best friend, according to Igor. The boy was smiling down at Natasha with a kind of adoration that almost bordered on worship, and he looked as proud as only a teenage boy could be.
