There was a week left before the wedding, but my future mother-in-law had already changed the locks in my house – I exploded.
The house on the edge of the settlement had always smelled of apples and cinnamon. Grandma loved to bake on weekends, and that aroma had soaked so deeply into the wooden walls that even three years after her passing, Alina would catch those familiar notes as soon as she opened the door. Here, every floorboard … Read more