I asked Roman to teach me how to shoot over breakfast. He set down his coffee. "No."

I looked at him across the long kitchen table. "That was fast."

"You're pregnant."

"I'm aware."

"You found out yesterday."

"Also aware."

"And now you want to stand on a range bre

The vial was smaller than my thumb. Eight weeks ago, something like it had nearly decided the rest of my life. Now it sat inside a clear evidence bag on Roman's kitchen table. I did not touch it. Elena set the hotel physician's notes beside it.

"Before anyone gets e

Roman's command room had no dramatic map covered in red pins. It had a table, six chairs, three locked screens, and men who stopped talking when I walked in. I preferred the map. At least maps did not look offended by my existence.

Roman pulled out the chair beside him