For two days, Polinka stayed in a cold house without heating. It was cold, but she knew: this was her home, her safe haven.
I thought I had bu ried her… Then I saw her again—alive. I never imagined that by the age of thirty-four, I would already be a widow. Left alone with my young son, Luka, after losing my wife, Stacy—or at least, I thought I had. The last image I have of her is the way … Read more