“We agreed, didn’t we? The apartment goes to me, and the child goes to you,” her ex reminded her.
“Anya, why are you just standing there? Your tea will get cold,” Igor said, pushing the mug toward her as though the gesture could somehow soften what was coming. She calmly sat down across from him. His leather folder lay on the table, placed so carefully that it seemed to be the guest of honor. […]
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