— “Liza, dear, please don’t refuse me—let my Katya stay with you for a month,” Auntie begged.
When I saw Lyudmila Petrovna’s number on my phone screen, my heart skipped—but not from joy. My sense of foreboding proved prophetic: five minutes into the call, our peaceful summer idyll collapsed like a house of cards. And yet Maxim and I had been dreaming of a trip to the sea with our four-year-old Masha… … Read more