A divorce — and the apartment goes to you?” I asked my husband in disbelief. “Get over yourself — roll that greedy lip back in
Raisa stood in the middle of the living room and looked at Yura as if she were seeing him for the first time. Her husband—the man she had lived with for twelve years—sat on the couch with the expression of someone who’d just told her he’d bought a loaf of bread, not that he intended … Read more