My mother left me five apartments, but after overhearing my husband talking to his mother, I realized I couldn’t trust them
Olga closed the notary’s office door and stepped outside. The autumn wind tugged at her hair, yellow leaves rustled underfoot. In her hands—a folder of documents. Certificates of inheritance. Five apartments. Everything that was left of her mother. Four months had passed since the funeral. Four months of paperwork, running around to different offices, processing […]
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