You mean nothing to me,” my husband said — he had no idea he’d be in my office the next day begging for a job
Anna sat on the edge of the couch, wrapped in the dim glow of the living room, listening to the gentle hum of the washing machine through the wall. The evening dragged on endlessly, no different from the hundreds that had come before over the past two years. Andrei never came home in a rush. … Read more