đź’ś Nicole
My feet pounded down the hospital corridor, fueled by pure, unadulterated shame. I had just traded a shared cigarette and some light sarcasm for a full-throttle, tongue-tangling make-out session with my sister's fiancé, and I had been caught by an Italian guard who probably now has me on a hit list for Disrespecting the Greco Family Honor, Section: Unsanctioned Oral Activities in a hospital.
I was running a full-tilt panic sprint, ready to find the darkest corner of the building and disappear forever, when I slammed on the brakes.
Freeze.
Up ahead, near the main elevator bank, stood the entire Mount Olympus of my family drama. Papa, looked furious. The kind of cold, granite anger that precedes a major bloodletting. Katya, Mama, whatever she was actually, as I didn't know what to call her anymore, was there, looking pinched and agitated. And Sergei. Sergei stood slightly behind them, his massive frame radiating pure, disappointed judgement.
