50. News of a tragedy in Istanbul

Blair

I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling with my cell phone on my stomach, waiting for Dimitri to call or text me to let me know that he had already landed. Once again that need that dominated us at the beginning of our relationship had taken over me. I needed to talk to him all the time, and when I couldn't, I felt empty.

It had taken me a while to finally pluck up the courage and take the first step to recover our relationship, but I could no longer deny it, I did not want to live away from him, and if for that to work I had to move to Russia, I would move to Russia!

By my count he must have landed at least an hour ago, could the flight have been delayed somehow?

I closed my eyes, determined to get some sleep. Finally my life was settling down, my father was recovering at home, my mother was back to normal, even deciding to teach me how to cook so that I wouldn't suffer so much in "emergency situations". I didn't quite understand the reason for her sudden interest in thi