We stayed in her room for a while but then we went down to a play area so Angie could run around. Mischa and Bec and I sat on a teeter-totter and talk...ed girl-talk just like any other group of teens.That’s when I picked up that Bec was kind-of forcing it. She was faking being okay. For some of the time she was relaxed and genuinely happy but then ten minutes later she would be faking it again. She’s a pretty good actor sometimes. I could hardly pick the difference even once I knew to look for. He never has been.’ ‘But, why? Why have they taken him so far away?’ ‘I think it is mistake for you to go there. If you do go I think it unlikely you will ever leave Russia. That would be a tragedy for us all, Anna. A great tragedy.’ The words hit her like a slap across the face, yet she felt the recoil in her belly. ‘What? What do you mean by that?’ The man looked around, unsure of himself, sure of what he wanted to say, unsure of how to say it. ‘I saw you play in Paris once,’ he finally said. "Chris, please leave?" NO Mom—I will not. You two need to discuss this like adults, and me leaving will only devolve this into a shouting match, with one or both of you saying something that you can't take back." Dad, tell Mom how you feel about your sister, right now?" I said not knowing where all of this courage came from.He looked over at me, shook his a head a little and said, "Olivia—I'm sorry," He began to cry."Back when I was about to turn 16 ... and Elizabeth was still 14, I went into. When we talk, I’ll tell you everything, OK?”“Of course it’s OK. I told you back in December that I’ll be here for you. Always and forever. Whenever you’re ready.”We stood quietly for another moment, our arms around each other, then walked hand-in-hand back to the Andersson’s apartment.When we arrived, Lars and Annika had finished breakfast and were ready for the day.“What do you think of going to Gröna Lund, Steve?” Lars asked.“I’ve been to Liseberg in Göteborg and to Tivoli Gardens in.