We hadn’t even managed to get married yet, and your mother had already decided to get her hands on my apartment.
Sunlight beat against the window so insistently that she wanted to pull the curtains tighter, to hide from that brazen October warmth. On the kitchen table lay samples of wedding invitations — cream-colored, with gold embossing, exactly the kind she had dreamed of. But there was no joy. Lena mechanically moved them from place to … Read more