After my mother-in-law passed away, we found a hidden room in her house. Inside was an exact replica of my apartment—filled with dolls of our children.”
“The wallpaper here is newer,” I said, running my fingers over the wall behind the bulky bookshelf. Dust had settled deep into my skin. Oleg waved wearily without turning around. “Anya, what does it matter? Let’s just sort through her books and go home. I feel like this house has absorbed the smell of medicine […]
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