“You won’t dare leave. You have no home, no money, and no job,” Vitaly sneered.
Alyona pulled an old travel bag from beneath the bed. It was blue, with one handle torn off—the same bag she had carried when she moved into this apartment four years earlier. Back then, she had believed it would be forever. Her phone vibrated briefly. “I’m downstairs by the entrance,” Marina wrote. “Should I come … Read more