Dmitriy
As soon as I saw tears spring into Katerina’s eyes, I immediately regretted the word vomit that had just left my mouth. I wanted to take those shitty words back, but it was too late. Once they had been spoken, the damage was already done.
The rest of the way home, Katerina didn’t say a word to me. Instead, she propped her elbow on the door handle and gazed out the window with a look of melancholy plastered on her face.
I barely got the truck put in park before she jumped out and ran toward her house. I tried to slow Katerina down by asking about her suitcase, but she wasn’t stopping for anything. Even after I told her I didn’t mean what I said, she proceeded to go inside.
Not bothering with my own belongings, I pulled Katerina’s suitcase out from behind her
