“Wait—where do you think you’re going?!” Viktor stepped in front of his wife, blocking her way. “Who’s going to take care of my mother? I don’t have time!”
Nastya stopped counting the trips on the fourth day. Every morning, she got up at six and traveled across the entire city to see Zinaida Pavlovna, Viktor’s mother, who had fractured her hip two and a half weeks earlier. The surgery had gone well. The damaged joint had been replaced with a titanium implant, but … Read more