He came back from the institute earlier than usual—and, overhearing his parents’ conversation at the door, was so stunned he dropped his keys…
In the house that once smelled of apple pie and laughter, there now hung a strange, sticky air of things left unsaid. Artyom increasingly noticed the way his mother Anna’s gaze slid over his father Dmitry’s figure with a detached, almost outsider’s interest. And Dmitry, in turn, seemed to be seeking refuge— in the garage, … Read more