Rumination

Nadia. Never been so tense. Slept on Sasha’s couch. Leather. Brown. Warm and sticky. Skin.

Sasha and Jackson slept in the bedroom. Nadia, more erratic since the Volkov **** spree — and strangely after seeing a disheveled Mark.

Mark represented her descent into this life. A turning point. If he had been loyal, maybe she’d still be working at the gym. She thought about babies with Mark at one point. Handsome babies…

She often thought about Leon. She cared for him. But she was not used to being on the other side of nurture. She was the caretaker — not the baby. She felt helpless and accepting Leon’s love was a new form of submission she wasn’t willing to take.

She thought about all of this as she slept on the leather couch. Rumination. Anxiety. But eventually sleep came for her.

BUZZ… “Nadia… I miss you…” A text came.

Greg.