While he was transferring the property to his relatives, I gathered the divorce documents.
I noticed the folder by accident. Yesterday, Kolya brought another batch of papers — “work stuff, Val, nothing interesting.” Usually, I didn’t meddle with his documents. For thirty-two years of marriage, we had invisible but strong boundaries: the kitchen, cleaning, grandchildren — that was mine; bills, documents, property — that was his. But this morning, […]
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