This money is mine, the things are mine, and my life is mine! You and your mother—out of the house! Or I’ll call the police
Kira’s Apartment. Her Rules. Kira froze at the door. The key in the lock burned like a warning. Inside, voices. Orders barked. Her mother-in-law. “Yurochka, push the sofa. That cabinet? Trash it. The room will feel bigger.” Tatyana Vasilyevna was rearranging the furniture—and their lives. Movers. Suitcases. Her husband, Yuri, …
This money is mine, the things are mine, and my life is mine! You and your mother—out of the house! Or I’ll call the police Read More