Does Arina have a child? A daughter.
A short circuit happens in my head. “You didn’t tell me,” you say hoarsely, and then I tell you.
“Is Ryazantsev her father?”
“It’s logical.”
Blood rushes to my temples. “Well, no—she’s ours, Becker.”
“What do you mean Becker?”
“A long story. If briefly—she’s Albertovna by her grandfather.”
Clamping my fingers on the steering wheel, I look at the windshield and I can’t see the road.
In my ears—noise.
“A child? How old is she?”
***
I’m no longer an innocent girl—madly in love with my older brother’s best friend. The man I loved left, not planning to change anything in his life for my sake. Now everything is fine for me, but he barges into my life like a hurricane—trampling and breaking everything I built and got used to over the years without him.