The groom let his mother into his fiancée’s house without asking. But the arrival of Polina, a woman from the past, turned the evening into a battlefield
“Alla, it’s me!” Polina’s voice echoed in the narrow hallway. Keys jingled as they fell into a ceramic vase—a ritual established by their mother back in childhood. She slipped off her shoes and smoothed down her tousled hair, then headed to the living room, mentally picturing the meeting with her sister and the aroma of […]
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