Pack your things, take your money, and never show up here again. This is my home, not yours.
Olga reluctantly pulled herself away from the stove, wiping her hands on her apron as the phone rang again. It was Mikhail—this was the second call in a row, and the urgency in his voice suggested something important. She answered while keeping a watchful eye on the frying cutlets, worried they might burn. “Hey, how’s … Read more