“Leaving, are you? And who’s going to pay off my parents’ loan?” the husband asked his wife.
Alya froze in the bedroom doorway, watching Misha hurriedly tie the laces on his scuffed sneakers. His movements were rushed and twitchy—as if he were trying to escape a conversation he couldn’t avoid. “So you’re going to an interview in a tracksuit?” she asked. There was no anger in her voice, only surprise. Misha didn’t … Read more