Conflict had never been Anna’s style—she always preferred peace, often conceding just to keep things calm.
So she kept her feelings to herself and headed off to the store.
At the checkout, though, she suddenly realized she’d forgotten her wallet. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and tried calling her husband. No answer.
Apologizing to the cashier, she asked them to hold her basket and quickly made her way home.
As she neared the apartment door, ready to step inside, she froze. She could hear her husband, Boris, talking on the phone.
