— You’re nothing to me, — said her husband. He had no idea that tomorrow he would show up at my office, asking for a job.
Anna sat on the edge of the sofa, in the half-light of the living room, listening to the washing machine purring quietly behind the wall. The evening stretched on endlessly, reminiscent of hundreds of similar evenings over the past two years. Andrey wasn’t in any hurry to come home. She knew that soon he would … Read more