“We’ll sell their apartment and mine, rent them a room, and then you and I will finally be able to live properly,” the daughter-in-law overheard her mother-in-law saying to her sister-in-law.
— Kostya, look at this, — Natasha held out her phone to her husband. Something in her voice made him put down the remote. He took the smartphone and scrolled through the list of files in the voice recorder app. Several untitled recordings. — Where did these come from? — I don’t know. Play one. […]
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