Everything was working out. It was unbelievable. Miraculous, even.
The following Monday came quickly, and when the front gate bell went off as I passed the kitchen, I stared into the small CCTV, watching the car window open. She lowered her sunglasses, looking directly into the camera, and without a second thought, I buzzed her in.
I waited uneasily for the doorbell to chime, and as soon as it did, I threw it open.
The petite blonde in the long maxi-dress removed her glasses then smiled gently. “Hey, Mina.”
“Cora,” I greeted softly. “What are you doing here?”
She dipped her chin, sighing quietly. Then she blinked at me a long moment. “Can I come in?”
I thought about it. I probably shouldn’t have let her in, but something about this girl screamed ‘safe.’ I nodded, moving back to allow her room to pass. She stepped in and smiled once more, but it was tired. “Thanks.”
She moved into the living room and waited for me to enter before she sat on the sofa beside me. “Is Lev home?”
I checked the clock on the wall. He was still working out. “He should be home any minute now.”
“Okay.” She swallowed hard. “Do you mind if I wait until he gets here?”
“Not at all.” I stood. “What are you having? Coffee? Juice?”
She smiled then sighed. “Coffee would be great, thanks.”
I stood, went into the kitchen, and then returned with two mugs of coffee, both black. “I didn’t know how you took it,” I told her as I handed her the mug.
“Black is perfect.” She sipped at her coffee then asked, “How are things?”
My lip twitched at her attempt at small talk. “Things are good.” My smile faded. “How are you doing?” I reached over to place my hand on her knee. “I’m so sorry about Irina.”
Cora shrugged. “Thanks. I’m getting there, you know? Mom called me. She asked me to fly out and pack up Irina’s house, so…yeah…that was…” Her breathing hitched. “…painful.” She looked into her coffee, tapping a fingernail on the ceramic of the mug. “Irina wasn’t like me. She let my dad dictate her life. I never did. I told my parents I didn’t owe them anything. That was why I moved out when I was eighteen.”
She smiled. “I don’t know if you know this, but I lived with Nastasia for two years before it all turned sour, which was totally my fault. But Irina was the golden child, you know? I was the black sheep.” She frowned and muttered, “And look at where it got her.” Her eyes shut tight and she admitted on a whisper, “I hate my dad. I hate him so much, Mina.”
I didn’t know what else to say apart from, “I’m sorry.”
When she laid her hand on mine and squeezed, my heart ached for her. “Thanks for letting me in today.”
I checked the clock again. “Lev will be home any minute now.”
She smiled, but it was forced. “I just hope he doesn’t kick me out.”
I wouldn’t let him. Corinna Alkaev may have said things she didn’t mean to old friends, but she didn’t deserve to be punished for them forever. I would make Lev listen. I didn’t know how, but I would.
We made polite small talk for the next five minutes before the back door opened, and Cora stiffened. Lev walked into the living area and took one look at our guest before he stilled. He looked down at me, a questioning expression on his face, and I smiled encouragingly. He blinked at me, and then recovered quickly, making his way into the room. “Corinna,” he uttered.
She smiled up at him, but it shook. “Hey, Lev.”
He was sweaty and red in the face, but he sat by me in his workout gear and asked calmly, “To what do I owe the pleasure? Have your parents sent you? Because I told them—”