I turn towards her. “Yes, kotyonok?”
“What happened to your wife?” she asks.
I stiffen. “She killed herself. Like I told you.”
Jessa blinks, processing slowly. “Why would she do that?”
The truth is so much more complicated than anyone understands. There are layers involved. You ignore some layers and I look like the villain. The predator. You remove a few more layers and the center of evil shifts elsewhere.
But no one knows that besides me and Marina.
And one of us is dead.
I sigh. “Because she knew that if she didn’t do it at some point… I would have done it for her.”