While visiting her daughter at the cemetery, the mother saw an unfamiliar girl sitting on a bench, whispering something to the portrait on the headstone. Her heart froze.
Through the heavy curtains, the last rays of evening light seeped in, spreading across the expensive Persian rug in weary, dull streaks. The air in the living room—usually scented with rare flowers and exquisite perfume—felt heavy today, electrified, charged with the sense that a storm was coming. “Katya again? Valery, do you seriously think I’m […]
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