Dmitriy
After returning home, I had just enough time to take a quick shower and get ready to hit the gym before somebody started banging on my front door. Hoping Katerina had changed her mind and returned home, I rushed to answer the door, but my eyes were met with the wrong woman.
Instead of Katerina being on the other side, it was Svetlana, and she was a mess. It had been more than three months since I laid eyes on my ex, and there was no stopping the mix of emotions that coursed through me, as I took in the sad sight of her.
Her hair was tangled and littered with tiny pieces of dried leaves. There were scratches on her arms, a large bruise covering her right cheek, and blood oozing from her busted lip.
Without hesitation, I grabbed her bruised hands and pulled Sve
