“He is,” she felt the tears welling as she considered his words, “but he’s going to be angry with me again and I don’t want to lose him.”
“Why could he be angry with you? You have done nothing wrong. You could never do anything to warrant the temper of an Orlov.”
She wasn’t so sure, and Yakov’s words were not reassuring considering he did not know the full scope of the situation.
Yakov kissed her forehead, “rest until Bronya gets here. I will make tea and make you a bit of a snack. You need calories.”
She closed her eyes against another guilty reminder of all she had done wrong in her possible pregnancy. She hadn’t been eating well, despite Bronya insisting she do so. She had been drinking too much tea and coffee, not enough water. She sniffed and tried not to sob as she rubbed her lo
