As soon as she walked into the room, I felt my whole body tense up into a knot. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed.
I’d been watching her for months, preparing for this moment, anticipating the possibility in my mind like a nomad casting a tent in the shadow of a smoking volcano. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was.
She finally noticed me, noticed me noticing her. She drew closer, gently caressed my neck, and smiled.
“Tell me everything,” she said. “And then, when Dmitri is through with you . . . then you will tell me everything else.”