01-20-2025, 05:14 PM
Tatyana looked at the sticker Morgan pointed out, and Tatyana flinched, the sticker giving her a sense of unease. Unlike the grinning face on the coin, this face seemed more fearful. The sticker itself seemed odd in a church, and Tatyana also got the feeling this was more than a church. Of course she knew that - dealers were sometimes here. The soup kitchen here just made it easier to get food and pills in one trip.
Tatyana looked at the coin, and this time turned it over, and for the first time she realized the back side of the coin had a different face on it. This one, had a look of terror on it. Looking at it, Tatyana felt a little afraid herself, but deep down she knew, she’d been feeling fear since that bitch Sofia framed her. Tatyana had no proof, and it wouldn’t matter if she had. Regardless of proof, Tatyana hadn’t had a prayer after Konstantin’s perfect little angel had decided she needed to go.
Tatyana looked at the two girls - Morgan with her seemingly cheerful exterior and trusting and Kenzie - more cautious and wary. Tatyana wasn’t someone who wanted kids herself, but despite her anger at the world, she couldn’t bring herself to dash the girls’ hopes by saying it would get better. It probably wouldn’t. But they were young, perhaps things would change for the better for them. It was too late for Tatyana - too late to do anything but survive until she didn’t. Still, Tatyana was glad that Morgan had Kenzie. The poor girl probably wouldn’t make it on her own without the guidance of one jaded enough to be cautious.
”Don’t worry,” Tatyana said, putting the coin in her pocket. ”Your name is safe with me. Can you tell me anything about Zeke?” she looked towards the dias where Morgan indicated he liked to sit. She wondered if he was there now, but couldn’t bring herself to stand. The face of terror had unsettled her.
Tatyana looked at the coin, and this time turned it over, and for the first time she realized the back side of the coin had a different face on it. This one, had a look of terror on it. Looking at it, Tatyana felt a little afraid herself, but deep down she knew, she’d been feeling fear since that bitch Sofia framed her. Tatyana had no proof, and it wouldn’t matter if she had. Regardless of proof, Tatyana hadn’t had a prayer after Konstantin’s perfect little angel had decided she needed to go.
Tatyana looked at the two girls - Morgan with her seemingly cheerful exterior and trusting and Kenzie - more cautious and wary. Tatyana wasn’t someone who wanted kids herself, but despite her anger at the world, she couldn’t bring herself to dash the girls’ hopes by saying it would get better. It probably wouldn’t. But they were young, perhaps things would change for the better for them. It was too late for Tatyana - too late to do anything but survive until she didn’t. Still, Tatyana was glad that Morgan had Kenzie. The poor girl probably wouldn’t make it on her own without the guidance of one jaded enough to be cautious.
”Don’t worry,” Tatyana said, putting the coin in her pocket. ”Your name is safe with me. Can you tell me anything about Zeke?” she looked towards the dias where Morgan indicated he liked to sit. She wondered if he was there now, but couldn’t bring herself to stand. The face of terror had unsettled her.