Anatoly had to agree that the woman on the screen was very beautiful. The problem was that she looked nothing like his Svetlana. Where she was tall and blonde, his wife was dark-haired and petite. It was strange that they would get other things so right and that so wrong - and that this was apparently how it had been for Freddie.

"Sveta didn't look like that," he said, bemused. "I showed you her picture before, remember? She was beautiful but not like this."

Then the woman began to sing and it was worse than what he had feared. He'd imagined that she would be angry with him, and deservedly so. He hadn't ever thought that she might still love him after all that happened between them. He hadn't realized just how badly he had hurt her.