"Aleksandr, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling with confusion. I had never felt so lost before. My heart was thudding hard in my chest, and my eyes couldn’t pull away from the now-closed door the little girl had walked through.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched the door in silence, his eyes dark with something unreadable. The man who always had a quick, sometimes sharp, response was now quiet. That silence was louder than any scream.
"Vera, go and check the new decoration in your room, okay?" Aleksandr finally said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. It was the first time I’d heard his voice like that—with gentleness.