— “What does your sister have to do with the money my grandmother left me? Who is she to me? Why on earth would I buy her a car with that money, Stas?!”
“…The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like when I was a kid,” Stas said, spearing a golden-brown slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with obvious pleasure, eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile people wear after a workday, but […]
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