Write this story "You will pretend to be in love with me. You will hold my hand. You will go quietly. Or I will kill you." He told me, I have no choice, so I hold his hand and lay my head on his arm and smile.
@nkbookart ~What can I leave her with, what can I say, what one word can I leave with her, for her? What one word for my wife? “Tatiasha,” Alexander called after her. God, what was the curator’s name…? She glanced back. “Remember Orbeli—”