My Darkest Hour - Part 7

Unassured

We spent two days in the cabin tucked against the cliffside, but even starting the morning after I arrived, it was clear I was not welcome by anyone but Volodymyr. I felt guilt, a huge amount of it, for taking up the time of the President at such a clearly sensitive time. 

I knew he was fighting for his country, but I felt more and more like an outlander…