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light.
     
    “Is that your wife?” She whispers to him, motioning towards the framed picture.
     
    He lifts his head from the comfort of his pillow and turns his neck to look behind him. He sighs, gently picking up the frame before placing it back down on his bedside table on its glass face.
     
    “Yeah, it was.” He says sighing again as he rolls back over and buries his cheek back into his pillow, closing his eyes.
     
    “Why isn’t she here with you?” She asks, brushing her fingers up and down his tight waist.
     
    “Like I said, she left me.” He says, opening his eyes and gazing into hers.
     
    “But why?” Shelby pushes, resting her head back down beside his.
     
    “Shelby…” He starts, rolling over, turning his back to her. “I think you should go.”
     
    “Are you… alright?” She says sitting up, squinting her eyes as she gazes at his back.
     
    “Go.” He whispers, covering himself with a sheet.
     
      She gets up, her face flushing as she walks over to the master bathroom and flips on the lights. She gathers her pile of clothes, huffing as she steps back into her slacks before slipping her arms through the sleeves of her black blouse, buttoning up the buttons as she walks back into Sergey’s room.
     
    “Maybe she left you because you push people away.” She says, slipping her leather flats back onto her feet.
     
      She turns to him, gazing over at his unmoving back before turning the doorknob and opening the heavy bedroom door.
     
    “You make it really hard to like you.” She says as she walks out.
     
      He listens to her shoes click down the hallway before grabbing the picture of his wife and tossing it against the wall, scuffing the paint as shattered glass crashes to the floor.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
     
    “Sergey.” She says, handing him a hot plate. “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t request someone else to serve you tonight.”
     
    “Now why would I do that?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he looks over his paper.
     
    “Well…” She starts, pursing her lips. “I seem to remember you kicking me out of bed…”
     
      He sighs, looking up to her as he grabs her wrist gently with his hand and slowly pulls her down to the chair beside him.
     
    “I want to talk about last night.” He says, hanging his head. “That’s why I didn’t request someone else.”
     
      She sighs, her harsh eyes softening for him as she slowly untangles her hand from his wrist before threading her fingers through his own.
     
      He clears his throat, looking up at her and sighing, a nervous smirk crossing his lips, but his sad eyes telling the truth.
     
    “She’s gone because…” He starts, biting his bottom lip. “She’s gone because money was more important to me than she was.”
     
    Shelby sits quietly, looking down at the dark stained wooden table. She drags her fingers over the grains as she listens to Sergey talk.
     
    “And that’s the truth.” He says. “You were right, I am a very unlikeable person and an even worse husband.”
     
      He smiles sadly, looking toward Shelby and breathing a heavy sigh through his nose.
     
    “I’m hard to get along with, and fussy and people always tell me I’m too quiet and it’s off putting…” He says, raising and dropping his shoulders. “But I’d still love it if you’d sit with me. I’m not a very good guy, but I feel like you make me all that much better.”
     
    Shelby smiles, grabbing the warm plate and Sergey’s cutlery and cutting tonight’s big, juicy breast of chicken in half.
     
    “I’ll sit with you.” She whispers as she finishes dividing the meal. “But tomorrow I get my own plate.”
     
    “Sure.” He says, watching as Shelby works to halve their dinner. “Tomorrow, maybe I’ll even do you one better than that.”

 
     
     
    Chapter 13
     
     
      She walks up to the back alley entrance of Mr. Yeshevsky’s private kitchen, sighing as she tried to turn the knob on the steel