SHE FELL TO HER KNEES AT HIS TABLE, CLUTCHING THE INFANT TO HER CHEST — HER WORDS LEFT HIM SPEECHLESS
At the entrance of a bustling Parisian bistro, at table No. 6, sat Dmitry Levin. A lobster risotto was cooling in front of him—expensive, refined, and utterly unappetizing. Yet another glittering evening, full of society smiles and empty toasts, had left behind only a strange sense of emptiness. The silence of his inward musings was … Read more