Eva couldn’t believe that life could change so much at thirty. The job loss, a lingering cold, and loneliness—all of it hit at once.
Dima?” Natasha saw her boyfriend through the peephole and, throwing on a robe, opened the door. “So why did you come?” “To talk.” “About what? Are you going to freeze me out again? We’ve already discussed everything,” she stepped back, and Dmitry noticed something interesting in the bedroom: rumpled sheets, two glasses with unfinished wine, […]
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