Dad… I saw Mom’s pendant on a strange girl,” my son whispered in the hospital.
The sterile whiteness of the hospital room made his eyes ache. The sharp smell of bleach and medicine—the constant companion of any state-run clinic—seemed to have soaked into his very soul. Dmitry sat on the edge of the bed beside his ten-year-old son, Kirill, forcing the most carefree smile he could. This year the spring … Read more