Return Love. Shards of a Dream

- Get out of my house!—in a daze I listen to my husband’s terrible words. The meaning hangs in the air and barely reaches me.
- And take your bastard child with you! I don’t understand, Ruslan… you’re throwing me out of the apartment? Together with my son?! My fingers tremble—I want to scream, but next to me, Tёmochka is asleep, and I’ve barely managed to rock him; he feels really bad today, a temperature of thirty-eight, and I’m trying to speak quietly.
- Move faster! In fifteen minutes you won’t have your feet here! I flinch at the harsh tone; tiny tears roll down my cheeks.
- You’re throwing me out of our…—I whisper with pale lips.
- Not of our! From mine! Come on, come on! Get out of here! Despair is drowning me. My husband has gone mad. He thinks I’ve cheated and now he’s left me and our son out on the street. And I have no one to ask for help. Or… is there?