You’ve become a bitch!” shouted her husband when he realized his wife was no longer going to save him.
Marina sat on the edge of the couch and counted her breaths so she wouldn’t snap. In the bedroom—a wheeled suitcase; in the hallway—Alexei’s jacket, smelling of someone else’s perfume. Behind the wall, their son was asleep. The apartment was breathing silence, like a hospital ward before an operation. Alexei was carefully folding his … Read more