Chapter 67

“Dima, open the fucking door,” I scream at the top of my lungs. I bang on the door but it’s like he doesn’t hear me or doesn’t want to hear me. “Dima, please. You can’t leave me here.”

The sound outside is only getting louder. I hear the bullets fly. I know the sound so well. Whoever is here has come for war. Has my father finally decided to come for me? Because I am not leaving. I found my place