— “Kristin, can I take your car?” Anton asked his wife. “I need to run a quick errand!” — “What’s wrong with yours?” Kristina looked at her husband questioningly. “It’s right there in the yard next to mine!” — “It’s low on gas, and I don’t want to stop at the station—there’s the usual line … Read more
Olesya frowned at the phone screen. A message from Vadim was short: “Filed for divorce. Take the kids and move out by Friday.” “What? Divorce?” She almost dropped her cup of tea. The phone rang immediately. Her mother-in-law’s name lit up on the screen. “Hello, Tamara Petrovna?” “Olesya, you already know, right?” The voice sounded … Read more
Yulia straightened the tablecloth and moved a plate a couple of centimeters to the right. The eighth time in the last ten minutes. The perfect dinner wasn’t working out. She heard the front door slam. “Pasha, is that you?” she called from the kitchen. “No, it’s the robbers!” her husband chuckled as he walked into … Read more
Mother-in-law was sure that after the divorce I’d keep supporting her out of fear, but she had no idea about my plans. Anna stared at the elderly woman with a suitcase standing at her door and couldn’t believe her eyes. Galina Sergeevna, her former mother-in-law, looked as if she’d just dropped by for tea with … Read more
An impeccably dressed woman in a costly coat, gaze weighted and movements restrained, stepped into the weathered municipal hospital. The corridors breathed out the bite of antiseptic; the walls seemed to harbor all the small tragedies they had witnessed. She flinched—less at the smell than at the memories it stirred awake. Her husband—one of the … Read more
The door slammed with indifferent loudness, cutting off the sounds from the stairwell. Vadim stepped aside to let her go first. The girl. I knew they would come. He had called in the afternoon, his voice soaked with that brisk businesslike cheerfulness I’d learned to hate, and said that in the evening there would be … Read more
Lena stood on the threshold of her bedroom, staring at the wreck Valentina Petrovna had made of her closet. Half the shelves gaped empty, as if a hurricane had blown through. On the bed lay a neat stack of survivors—gray blouses, dark knee-length skirts, nondescript cardigans. Everything her mother-in-law deemed fit for a married woman. … Read more
Rita turned off the engine and looked at the country house through the windshield. Nothing seemed to have changed—the same blue roof, the same birches around the perimeter of the plot, the same gate her father had once painted green. The only odd thing was that the veranda light was on. Maybe the neighbors? Except…the … Read more
Natalya was standing at the stove, stirring the soup, when she heard a familiar little cough behind her. Valentina Yegorovna walked into the kitchen with her particular gait—slow and stately, like a general inspecting his domain. “You’ve overcooked the potatoes again,” the mother-in-law peered into the pot over her daughter-in-law’s shoulder. “Is that how you … Read more
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor emitted a slight buzz as Evelyn Grant, seven months pregnant, awaited her appointment with trepidation. She rested a protecting hand on her distended abdomen, lovingly murmuring to the child inside. At that moment, the sound of high-end heels striking the floor resonated. Evelyn’s heart plummeted when her husband, … Read more