"My daughters."
Everyone flinched simultaneously, heads whipping around to stare at Elena and Alisha with expressions ranging from shock to dawning comprehension. Rachel, Cindy, Christopher—all the people who'd known them, survived with them.
As expected... it was him.
The one Elena had talked about to me several times during our quiet moments together, usually with trembling voice and nervously. The man who'd cast a shadow over her entire life even from a distance.
Their father. Vladislav Petrov.
Ultra-wealthy oligarch. One of the privileged elite who'd known about the apocalypse in advance.
"You have been outside too long," Vladislav said, his gaze resting on Alisha especially. His voice carried traces of Russian accent just like his daughters. "It is time to come home."
"Yes, Father." Alisha replied immediately. She nodded with mechanical compliance and stepped forward.
