Present
ASYA'S POV
The front door bangs open, and I exhale with relief. He's back. A moment later something crashes to the floor.
"Pasha?" I shout.
There are a couple of seconds of silence before I hear his voice.
"It's me, Mishka." His voice is strange. Strangled.
I expect him to come into the bedroom, but he doesn't. I stare at the open door. Then, there's a sound of glass breaking and a thud.
"Pasha?"
Nothing. I tense. Something's happened. I throw the blanket off, intending to go look for him, but I can't make myself move. He said to wait for him in bed. Should I stay here? Or go and see what happened? I can't decide.
"Pasha?" I call again. No reply.
