The apartment door creaked open at half past ten at night. Marina stopped in the entryway, slipping the heavy bag from her shoulder. Her legs hummed after a twelve-hour shift at the hospital—today had been especially hard. Three emergency admissions, endless tests, one discharge after another… And at home—laughter, clattering dishes, and that nasty smell of cheap cigarettes. “Marin, how...
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