No one met me when I left the maternity ward, and upon returning home, my husband sent me a photo of him with another family.
— He’s not coming, is he?» I asked the nurse, clutching the bundle with the baby close to me. «Sometimes that happens, dear. Perhaps he was held up at work,» she replied, averting her gaze as if checking documents. I looked at little Matvey’s tiny face, his barely noticeable eyebrows, and his pink lips, tied […]
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