“You mean nothing to me,” her husband said with cold eyes not knowing he’d be begging me for work the very next morning
Anna sat at the edge of the couch, the room dim around her, the soft hum of the washing machine barely audible through the wall. The evening stretched on, indistinguishable from countless others over the past two years. Andrey would be home soon, not that it mattered. He’d walk in without a glance, drop his … Read more