— Let’s just give your mother’s apartment to my sister since you have a place to live, — my husband seriously suggested to me.
Marina stood in the middle of the empty room, inhaling the smell of old wallpaper and dust. Her mother’s apartment felt both familiar and strange — the same worn parquet floors, the same high ceilings with moldings, but without her mother’s things, without her voice coming from the kitchen; the space seemed to have lost … Read more