“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Maxim said, looking down at his shoes. “I didn’t mean to make a joke out of something important.”

Maxim Artemyev cherished his Friday mornings. There was something about the stillness of the city, just after a night’s rain, that made everything feel calm. The air was fresh with the scent of ozone and blooming linden trees. Maxim leaned back in his chair on the balcony, savoring his coffee as he gazed at his … Read more

Artyom stammered, trying to come up with some excuse. “I’m… sick,” he muttered, his eyes darting nervously toward Nelya.

Lyudmila was barely holding herself together as she stepped through the front door of her apartment. Her body felt heavy, and her stomach churned with a strange, unsettling discomfort. She had barely managed to get through the morning at work, trying to hide the ache that gnawed at her insides. But all she could think … Read more