— This money is mine, these things are mine, and my life is mine
Kira froze in front of the door, as if rooted to the floor. The key in the lock felt as painful as a splinter in her finger. Sounds came from the apartment, telling her only one thing: they were taking over. And that voice… of course, it was her mother-in-law. Who else could it be? […]
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