“The wedding is in a month, and your mother has already changed the locks in MY apartment. Don’t worry, Mommy said, once you deserve it, we’ll give you the keys. An hour later, they…”
A sunbeam danced across the cover of the wedding album I had just picked up from the print shop. “Maxim and Alena” — the embossed silver letters brushed against the pad of my finger. One month. In exactly thirty days, this album would be filled with photographs of smiles, tears, white dresses, and first dances. […]
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