“Well, I slept with her. You’re the one to blame — you’re always disappearing somewhere,” her husband tried to justify himself, thinking he had somehow gotten away with it. But he still had no idea what mattered most.
Irina dialed her husband’s number for the third time that evening. The line rang for a long while, as if the phone were lying somewhere on the edge of a table and Sasha was in no hurry to reach it. She leaned back against the pillow in her hotel room, closed her eyes, and pressed … Read more