Anya Karpenko jolted awake at half past six to the bang of the front door. Igor had slipped out the way he always did—no kiss, no goodbye, just the blunt punctuation of a life shared in silence. She rolled onto her other side, pressed her face into the pillow, and tried to drift back under. […]
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For a long time I lied to myself. I acted as if life were still ticking along in its usual groove—same routines, nothing changing, just a bad dream I’d eventually wake from. I refused to accept that Sergey had really betrayed me. And not some careless fling, either—he was involved. With her. The woman who […]
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Alka froze in the bedroom doorway, watching Misha hurriedly tie the laces on his scuffed sneakers. His movements were fussy, jittery—like he was trying to run from an inevitable conversation. “So you’re going to an interview in a tracksuit?” There was no anger in her voice, only surprise. Misha didn’t look up, still fussing with […]
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Olga tapped “hang up” and stared blankly at her phone. The same thing again. Third day in a row. “Mom, hi! We’re at Grandma Galya’s! It’s awesome here! She made pies! When are you coming?” In the background there was always her mother-in-law’s voice: “Alisochka, tell Mommy we love her! That we’re taking good care […]
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