My husband left for the neighbor seven months later she returned and demanded I hand over the apartment like she was entitled to everything I had
I sat in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring a cup of tea that had gone cold long ago. The clock on the wall ticked with steady indifference, each sound a quiet reminder—it had been a month since I’d been alone. A month since Viktor packed his bags and left. Not just me, but us. Left for … Read more