EstinaI opened the door as quietly as I could and entered. A maid was still seated there in a chair, watching over her. Smirking at the maid dozing, her head hanging to the side as she, too, couldn't manage to be awake in the middle of the night, I approached Masha.Her bruises would fade. The cuts on her skin would heal without much scarring. But the damage was inside. She was traumatized by her capture. She was heartbroken and lost without a family to support her.But it's not my fight.I was taxed enough with fighting to survive in the aftermath of ever crossing paths with her father.Prioritizing her care couldn't be my mission. I cared. I wanted to be here to see her smile and reconcile with Anatoli and Gunsyn and everyone in this building. I just couldn't do so without sacrificing my life and my happiness.It's not my place.Reaching over to tuck her loose hair back off her face, I sighed and tried to wall off the emotions that watching her gave me. Already, I was compromised.
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