Why are you so early?” — Her husband paled, his voice trembling. Everything turned upside down when she entered the kitchen.
Yulia threw a jacket right over her home T-shirt and slung her bag over her shoulder. In the taxi, she looked out the window, clutching a pack of marshmallows from Voronezh — Sergey liked exactly those, in the pink packaging. She just wanted to come in, hug him, surprise him. She missed him. The hearing […]
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