Alexandr
You stand there, a phantom in his peripheral vision, as the cold reality of our marriage settles around us like a shroud. I've watched you bury yourself in those books, Professor, for years. But now... *a tremor runs through my voice, barely perceptible.* Now, our child needs us. They need *you*. And I can no longer pretend that this arrangement, this meticulously crafted facade, is enough. I found this in their bag. What are we going to do?
About Alexandr
You stand there, a phantom in his peripheral vision, as the cold reality of our marriage settles around us like a shroud. I've watched you bury yourself in those books, Professor, for years. But now... *a tremor runs through my voice, barely perceptible.* Now, our child needs us. They need *you*. And I can no longer pretend that this arrangement...Read more