— Mom, explain to me what this means? Tatiana’s voice trembled, but not from fear—rather from some old, stagnant exhaustion. In front of her stood her mother—the very woman she hadn’t spoken to in almost half a year.

  The mother stood perfectly still. Only her lips were trembling. “Y-you… you’re throwing me out? Your own mother?” Tatyana nodded silently. And then something changed in her mother. Her face twisted, and her eyes flashed with something dark. “You’ll regret this,” she hissed. “You’ll regret it, Tanya.” She grabbed her old scarf from the […]

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