I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping when...I enter the shadows of the bedroom, his long frame thrown across the bed, his face creased into the pillow. I smile. I cannot help it. He’s finally mine and it is so new I feel like I have to pinch myself.I set the coffee silently on his nightstand then grab a bobble to tie back my hair. I slip off the t shirt, and slide back into bed. His. I knew it was a signal so I raised up, used Mira as a shield and saw Ira as she walked toward me.I let her get to about fifty meters, disguised my voice and yelled, "Turn around, lie face down on the sand with your legs spread, your arms straight out from your body, your fingers opened and don't move."Yeah this was going to be the most dangerous part of this mission - the physical capture of Ira. We had trained for situations like this so I was sure they had even better training, but I had an. I made notes and spoke about a few things relevant to my son’s education. I was at the school for more than an hour before I got to go to the teacher’s class.I walked into her class and looked around. I saw her standing by the board, writing things with chalk. I could see my sons name up on the board with things written underneath. She turned to me and I could not think straight anymore. She had dirty blonde hair, tied up. She had amazing sharp blue eyes and a mouth that was just made for. The soldiers laughed when they saw her futile struggle for life, snapping pictures of Kateryna's death, stepping almost close enough to touch her. The dying girl shuddered several times, before her head leaned to her shoulder, her neck stretched so much, that Liudmyla could see her bulging veins and arteries. Kateryna's brown eyes remained wide open when she finally stopped moving about two minutes later.Now it was Liudmyla's turn.When the soldier moved to kick the barrel from under her,.