— You thought the young one would be better? And now you want to come back? — his wife said mockingly.
Rita stared at her phone screen, where a message from a colleague glowed: “I saw some girl in Artyom’s office today. They were sitting very close, laughing.” The phone suddenly felt unbearably heavy in her hands. Ten years. Ten years of life together flashed before her eyes like frames of an old film reel. Rita […]
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