— Is it him? — Mom pales, pointing at someone in the crowd of guests.
— Did I misread it? Dad follows her gaze and instantly changes expression.
— Him. That bastard’s back. I try to understand who they’re talking about when Dad grabs my elbow and nods toward a small group of people.
— Lya, do you see that man in all black?
— Yes.
— Remember: keep away from him. He has personal scores with me. If you see him walking toward you, turn around and run. Straight to me, got it? Don’t you dare come near him!
My pulse goes wild. I want to clutch my chest with my hand to take a breath. After all, it’s not just that I came close to him. Today I woke up in his bed…