Your mother decided that my apartment is now shared between you two? She was wrong!” I told my husband, throwing him out along with his belongings.
Maria stared absently out the window. Her fingers were gently stroking the photograph in its frame. An old snapshot showed Tamara Ivanovna smiling back at her. Aunt Tamara had been the only person to support Masha after her parents died. Even this apartment was the last gift from Aunt Tamara. Every corner reminded her of […]
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