“Your salary is barely enough for pocket money,” he said in front of everyone. Marina smiled. Six months later, that “pocket money” bought an apartment he wasn’t allowed to enter.
Marina set a plate in front of Igor and sat down across from him. He ate while scrolling through his phone. She had grown used to this long ago—to a silence that brought no peace, only indifference. “Igor, I have to go away for another professional development course next month. For ten days.” “Again?” He … Read more