Svetlana Petrovna stood in the doorway of the room, barely opening the door — so as not to disturb, but also not to miss an important moment. She looked at her son with the same gaze that mixed motherly pride, tenderness, and something almost sacred. Sashka stood before the mirror in a light suit with … Read more
Their daughter Lena disappeared in 1990 — on the day of her graduation. It was a warm June night. The sky was sprinkled with stars, and the house smelled of lilacs and fresh baking — her mother had baked her favorite vanilla cake. Lena was twirling in front of the mirror in a blue dress, … Read more
Arina was always quiet. But not because she was afraid to speak or felt lonely. Her silence was deliberate, like breathing, like a pause before a word truly worth saying. In her family, speech was valued not for quantity but for weight. Every word had to carry meaning. And if it could be replaced by … Read more
The phone ringing in the apartment caught Elliott Row by the stove. An omelet was frying in the pan, filling the kitchen with the aroma of garlic and melted butter. He wiped his hands on a towel and cast an irritated glance at the screen — the number was unknown. “Hello?” he answered shortly, continuing … Read more
You do understand that this isn’t even up for discussion, right?” The woman in a terry robe, with a towel carelessly wrapped around her head, walked past her husband, dropping the remark as if it were about choosing a restaurant for dinner. The man, engrossed in his laptop screen, barely looked up. He might have … Read more
My Husband and His Parents Demanded a DNA Test for Our Son — I Agreed, But What I Asked in Return Changed Everything I never thought the man I loved—the father of my child—would ever look me straight in the eye and doubt that our son was his. Yet, there I was, sitting on our … Read more
Irina was sitting at her desk when someone knocked on the office door. Oleg peeked inside, looking at the familiar space with a somehow new gaze. “May I come in?” he asked, though he had already stepped over the threshold. She nodded without taking her eyes off the screen. The house had been inherited from … Read more
Claudia, as usual with the first rays of the sun, went out to the garden. There was no shortage of tasks: she needed to water the beds, weed the grass, check the chicken coop, and inspect the fruit trees — all of which required attention and time. And she had no helpers. No one nearby. … Read more
Anya was sitting in the armchair, examining a lipstick. It wasn’t hers… She never wore lipstick. Especially not such a bright red color. Once, having found a long black hair on the car headrest, Anya asked her husband whose it was, since she was a brunette with a bob haircut. “Ah… don’t stress about it. … Read more
He sat on the cold metal bench, wrapped in a worn-out cloak—once worn while working as a master at the housing office. His name was Nikolai Andreevich. A pensioner, widower, father of a single son, and, as he had once thought, a happy grandfather. But all of that collapsed one day. When his son brought … Read more