Where do we go from here?: Book 2

By Janelle Levy

Life goes on or at least it has to. The story continues with Ann's journey into Moscow as she searches for her son Nathaniel, hoping to re-unite but Knowing Ann's history this could either end very well or very badly and little does she know there are more things in store for her in Moscow than cold weather and exotic food.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Sep 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9783748758860

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Table of contents

Table of contents

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter one

It's funny how one small thing can create a drastic event or change, a butterfly effect as they call it. Just a few short months ago,Ann was dominating the walls of a courtroom and many persons looked up to her. She was strong, intimidating and fearless but her heart had hardened since then and within a few months she had finally found the truth about who she was, who her mother was and the man that she had called father was no more than a wicked man who chopped down anyone who stood in his way.

  She lost her brother before she even got to fully know him but the weeks they spent together enacting revenge on Carlos was simply the most nerve racking and as by far the best time she had in her life, but just like everything Carlos took from her; he took her only brother as well and somehow it broke her.

   She wished it had been her, watching her little brother take his last breath made her wonder if it was all worth it but as Confucius said before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves So maybe she could say his death was not in vain as Carlos was no longer on this earth. She had to lose before she could gain, however what she gained was still a mystery to her then as it was now.

Nathaniel

Nathaniel grew up like your typical child would, around a loving family and in a safe and protected home. The Davis's moved to Moscow when Nathaniel was 6 and it has been his home ever since. He was timid and extremely shy, he had one the most angelic looking faces you could ever see with his dark chestnut hair, sweet and luminous

brown eyes and his small pink lips that laid gracefully upon his round head.

He was tall for his age, quite taller than most boys in his class. He didn't have much friends so he often kept to himself. His parents were always transparent with him they had let him know he was adopted but they did love him as if he was their own. They never spoke much about his birth mother, in fact he didn't know anything about her other from the fact that she was young when she had him. He never yearned or longed to meet her, he was never really sure if he needed to or how he would react if he'd did; he was content with his life and preferred for it to say that way. One thing everyone always said was that he was wise beyond his years it was as if he was an old man stuck in an eleven years old boy body.

Ann

When Ann arrived in Moscow it was late October and this was her chance to start over and start fresh. With the limited information Eric had left her about Nathaniel, she had decided it would be best to get a house and set roots in a small town that was just south of Moscow called Domodedovo. Out of all the places the Davis could have chose to live, they chose Russia; not that there was nothing wrong with the country but Ann didn't know a word or phrase in Russian. She knew it was going to be a challenge and probably twice as difficult to find Nathaniel; but thankfully Eric had set her on the right path so it was up to her to follow through. Yes it would have been a million times easier if Eric was here, Ann would normally think to herself, he would have known were to go, what they had to do and how to get there all while being an ass. She missed him more each day and her heart pained. She just hoped that this would finally be her happy ending, she needed it.

   Доброе утро Ann said brightly to the old man who held the door open for her, she stepped inside the quaint coffeehouse and took a seat at the little wooden table that just at the back of the room and was close to the window.

This had been Ann's regular stop since she got settled in Domodedovo, it didn't have the best coffee but it was good enough to down on a cold day such as this. Ann looked completely different, she had kept her