The doctor saw her husband—the one who had died several years ago—lying on the operating table.
Mom, are you working tonight again?» Katya asked, watching her mother intently. There was worry in her voice, as if she hoped for a different answer. «Yes, sweetheart. You and Yura will behave, won’t you?» Marina gently stroked her daughter’s palm, trying to soothe her. «Of course, Mom. But you never get any rest,» Katya […]
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