“You are nobody here, and your name means nothing.” The notary opened the folder and …
“Sit up straight, Albina. You’re not at your inspection office,” Roman said, barely moving his index finger as he pointed to the chair. “And put that case away. It’s an eyesore.” I looked down at my hands. The cracked plastic eyeglasses case—cheap, grayish-brown, chipped along one edge—bit painfully into my palm every time I held … Read more