— “You have to work for the good of the family,” my husband declared, not knowing I’d filed for divorce and was leaving for my new apartment.

  I ran my finger over the cold steel of the keys in my pocket. Two brand-new, gleaming keys to an apartment Mark will never set foot in. Family games “Should I hang another shelf above the dresser, what do you think?” he asked without looking up from his laptop. “For my awards. They’re bringing […]

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— “They left twins on my doorstep; I raised them as my own, and sixteen years later a parcel arrived with a suitcase of money and a letter.”

  The gate’s creak sliced through the frosty air. Not the usual kind—the one when her husband comes back from the apiary—but a different one: hurried and guilty. Anna set aside her knitting and looked out the window. No one. Only snow, lazily swirling in the lamplight. “Vanya, can you check?” she called deeper into […]

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