“Move out of my own apartment?! Are you sure you haven’t mixed something up? This is my place, not yours!”
Sofya stepped into the entryway, pressing her phone to her ear. Bright May sunlight streamed through the window, flooding the pale parquet floors she had so carefully chosen four years earlier. “Yes, Mom, we’re fine. Misha’s working late, and I just got home,” Sofya tossed her keys onto the console and froze when she saw […]
Продолжение...