My husband didn’t meet me after I gave birth—I made my way home alone, and when I opened the door, I was stunned…
The taxi smelled of gasoline and a tiredness not its own, soaked into the seats. The driver glanced a couple of times in the rearview mirror at Katya and at the white envelope in her hands, but kept quiet. Wise guy, or just indifferent. Katya watched the city lights flicker by, smeared into dirty streaks […]
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