“Enough, Larisa Pavlovna. This ends here. The apartment is not yours, and your son is not a slave. Take him and get out. No one is putting up with you anymore.”

Victoria held the key in her hand. It was small and metallic, yet it carried the weight of an entire life. It did not feel like a key so much as a medal for surviving some cruel event called five years without joy. The cold, sharp metal burned against her fingers, not from the February […]

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