— And what are you doing here? We didn’t think you’d show up,” the sister-in-law muttered in confusion when she saw Rita standing on the threshold of the dacha.
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