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Rai I stand frozen in place, not sure what I just heard or if I heard it correctly. Maybe my mind is playing a trick on me. Maybe none of this is real and I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up soon, right? I close my eyes so hard they sting then I open them again. Unlike what I foolishly hoped for, I don’t wake up. Instead, my mind is assaulted by the words I heard as I stood by the door. By the end, I want both the Irish and the Russians destroyed. Kyle said that, among other things I’m unable to wrap my mind around. He usually notices my presence even before I step into the room. Not this time, though. He hasn’t shown any sign that implies he knows I’m here. It could be that his medication has dulled his senses, or that I’m too silent. Or maybe he’s too focused on his destruction plan to notice I’m here. The fact remains, he said those words. This is not my imagination. This is not a nightmare. This is reality. The man standing on the balcony, the one I took as a husband and whose ring I’m wear