IRENA'S POV
The sun is a fading disk in a violet sky, casting splinters of neon blue and orange over the tweed France sky.
Tatiana appears beside me as my luggage is standing beside her. "Thank you Tatiana."
She smiles softly, handing over the black luggage to me. I took it from her grasp and sighed.
"Irena." Tatiana calls out, I lift my gaze meeting her tender gaze. She reaches out to me but stops realising that I don't like being touched. She quickly lowers her hands and crimson creeps up into her cheeks. "Call me when you need anything. Anything at all." She announces. "You're too kind." I declare and she shakes her head. "Don't even worry about it. We family know. We have to take care of each other."