She simply didn’t have time to lift her head. From endless shifts. From Masha’s threes—report cards. From Anya’s graduation exams. From the bills for the house. She didn’t have time to see that her man—her strong, her reliable Igor—was choking beside her.
And then a flash happened. The last one. The most terrifying.
She stood by the door with a bottle of his favorite chianti in her hands. And she heard a woman’s laughter. Then—his voice. A voice that once promised her eternity now delivered a sentence: with Lena, it’s over. He’s getting a divorce.
She gave this marriage twenty years. Now she has to find out what will remain of her when everything she lived for collapses.