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