The ex-husband called Alina dull and invisible when he left her. But two years later, seeing her at the entrance to a café, he paled with jealousy and frustration.
Alina sat on the couch, leaning back comfortably against the soft pillows. The room was filled with a ringing silence, occasionally broken by the monotonous drip of water leaking from the kitchen faucet. Outside the window, the sky was slowly darkening—as if some invisible hand was gradually turning off the lights in the world. The … Read more
