Because of the soup she’d forgotten on the stove, Irina came back home and overheard her mother-in-law’s conversation — and the ground gave way beneath her feet.
The aroma of bay leaf and cumin, so familiar and cozy, suddenly pierced her consciousness like a sharp prick. Elena froze halfway to her apartment, unconsciously squeezing the cold metal keys in her palm. In the chaotic rush that morning, getting her son ready for kindergarten and trying not to be late for an important […]
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