“I don’t want them sending stuff like this to the house,” she hurled the mail straight for the wall. Her arms wrapped around the neck of her younger brother. “I’ll go for you,” she whispered.
“You can’t.” he felt her warm breath in the crook of his neck. “They won’t let you”
Pulling him forward and studying his eyes, Margret cupped his face. “Once you get in, they won’t let you out,”
“I want to do this. For us, Margo” he told. “And when it’s over we’ll all be together, with baba and anne.”
“You must promise me something,” she said shaking her head. “Now,”
“Anything,” his lips quivered.
“You must always believe in something. You can’t live without a belief. And until someone is there to slander your truth. You fight. Do you hear me Chadwick? You give them hell.”
“Give them hell,” he nodded.
“Give them hell,” he repeated, in present day. Nikki looked up from her papers, towards the Commander in Chief of Russia.
“What was that?” Chadwick moved towards the door. His heart weighing down as if it would crash onto the floor for everyone to see.
“Nothing,”