The plan my husband and mother-in-law had fell apart after one call from the notary.
Irina rearranged the little cups of seedlings on the windowsill. Somewhere deep in the apartment, the muffled voices of her husband and mother-in-law drifted through the rooms. They were talking about something again—without her. Lately, these secret conversations had become the norm. “Ir, is lunch ready?” Sergey appeared in the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. […]
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