She got pregnant early, at sixteen. It came to light by accident: during a routine school medical exam, the girl flatly refused to go into the gynecologist’s office, and the teacher informed her parents.
The shadow of the tall poplar outside had already fallen across half the yard when the worst thing in all sixteen years of the Beketovs’ life together began. The air in the living room—thick with cigarette smoke and mute tension—felt like you could slice it with a knife. Artyom Viktorovich, a man with hands etched […]
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