Let’s register the car under my mother’s name since she’s a pensioner with benefits
A Question That Sparked the Storm “Where were you yesterday until eleven?” Maxim’s voice floated out from the bathroom with the subtle annoyance of a toothpaste stain on a shirt—seemingly minor, yet undeniably irritating. Elena, fully dressed and keys in hand, paused at the kitchen threshold and slowly turned around. “At work. Where else could … Read more