“Stop acting like you own my apartment! Take your daughter, pack your things, and get out!” I spat.
Yana was climbing the stairs with a bag of groceries in her hands. The workday had been exhausting—she wanted nothing more than to get home, take a shower, and sink onto the couch. She unlocked the door and stopped dead on the threshold. Voices floated in from the kitchen. Igor—and his daughter, Anya. Yana quietly … Read more