— Here are the keys to your apartment. I’ll keep the car — the wife left the family on her birthday.
The sound of the hairbrush against glass was rhythmic, deliberate.Elena brushed her hair slowly, each stroke pulling memories with it — years of words unspoken, of glances that sliced deeper than knives. In the mirror’s reflection, she didn’t see a woman of forty-five. She saw something sharper — patient, sculpted by time, and finally… ready. … Read more