— “God, you’re pathetic,” my husband sneered—never realizing I now had his career in my hands
Larisa heard those words while she stood at the stove. She was stirring risotto—the dish Igor had requested for dinner because, as he liked to say, “that Italian restaurant makes it disgusting, but at least you actually try.” The wooden spoon stopped mid-circle in her hand. “What a sad excuse for a woman,” Igor repeated, … Read more