“Who’s ever going to want you? Unkempt, bitter. I’ll find myself a good woman in no time.”
That day—the very one, the last day of their life together—splintered into Karina’s memory like shards of glass. The air in the entryway was thick and stale, smelling of old resentments and the sour tang of dashed hopes. “Who’s going to want you, huh?” Artyom’s words hung in the air—heavy, poisonous, each one like a […]
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