— You think you’re independent? You’re living under my roof — or rather, under my son’s roof.
— Are you serious? — a lump rose in my throat. Tamara Vladimirovna nodded, her gaze sharp as a hawk’s. — I’m serious. This is for your own good. I’ll make sure the money goes where it’s supposed to. Maxim looked away, silent, unwilling to pick a side. I took a deep breath and met … Read more