Yura was born ordinary, but Anya immediately sensed that something was wrong with her son. She would look into his dull infant eyes and fail to find something essential that ought to be there if everything was all right.
Yura was born ordinary, but Anya immediately sensed that something was wrong with her son. She would look into his dim infant eyes and fail to find something essential that ought to be there if everything was all right. Her fear wasn’t unfounded—seventeen years of living under the same roof with a sister who couldn’t […]
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