He left me without a vacation—so now, sweetheart, I’m the one setting the rules
Marina stood by the kitchen window, turning an empty envelope over in her hands. The same envelope that had held thirty-seven thousand rubles just the day before—six months’ worth of careful saving. She’d put aside a little from every paycheck: no new clothes, no cosmetics, the cheapest yogurts, coffee brewed at home instead of stopping … Read more