I follow Demitri out of the guest bedroom and downstairs back to the living room. When I finally catch up to him, he is sighing heavily and has a hand on top of his head as he curses under his breath in Russian. I sigh and walk over to him and lace my fingers between his. I look up at his distraught face and I feel my heart squeeze. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head slowly and lets out a breath of air he was holding in. “No… I don’t want to talk about it.”
I sigh and shake my head slowly. “Well, you need to talk about it… So, why don’t we head to our bedroom and you can tell me what is going on. Your father wants to have a relationship with you. It is clear to me that he does.”
Demitri sighs and sags his shoulders in defeat. “Fine… Let’s head up to our room and I wil
