Why should I leave? This is my home. My apartment, bought equally. My life.
If Anton is making plans for the future without me, he should tell me to my face.
And I wanted to hear it from him. Honestly. Directly. Unpretentious.
I took a deep breath, washed my face with cold water, put on clean clothes, and started gathering the documents I might need: my passport, my employment contract, my bank statements. Not because he planned to run away. But because something inside me told me: a conversation was waiting for us. One that would change everything.
About an hour had passed when I heard the key turn in the lock.
I stayed in the hallway.
Dora, with her back straight and her arms crossed.
I was ready. Or at least, he tried.
Anton went in first. He saw me and shuddered.
"Are you... at home?" He looked confused.
"Where do you think it should be?" My voice sounded calm. An unreal calm, as before a storm.
He looked around, as if checking if his mother was around. Apparently, he was hoping for a calmer conversation.
"Listen, Lena...," he began tensely, "we have to talk."
"Yes," I nodded. "We really have to talk.
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