— «Mom wants to celebrate her anniversary at our dacha. Will you organize it?» — said my husband, as if it was my obligation. But what happened next turned everything upside down.
Marina tore herself away from the laptop screen where she was reviewing the estimates for the new project and saw Sergey standing in the doorway. He looked uncertain—his shoulders slumped, his head slightly lowered. Marina knew that look all too well: it foretold trouble. After twelve years of marriage, she had learned to read his […]
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