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Elena was sitting in a chair next to Viktor as he worked in his home office. It was familiar to her, like being thrown back to the time they had met. To keep busy, she had started crocheting a baby blanket. After a while she felt Viktor’s eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at him.

“You shouldn’t be sitting on that chair,” he told her.

“What’s wrong with this chair? I love sitting on it when y