After her son was born, her husband disappeared—she raised the boy alone. Yet on his 18th birthday a duffel bag arrived, crammed with cash.
The baby’s almost here,” the midwife whispered, wiping the sweat from Galina’s face. Galina clenched her teeth and gripped her mother’s hand. A sharp pain ripped through her, but she stayed silent—she was afraid of frightening the neighbor’s children. “Viktor should have been back long ago,” she rasped. “He only went out for baby shirts.” … Read more