Nika always strived to be Lev’s perfect wife. Like a display, she cooked, cleaned, and maintained the place. She didn’t know that her relentless endeavor to please others was slowly eroding her identity. While making breakfast one Sunday morning, Nika heard Lev come, his voice drowsy but expectant. “Good morning,” Lev muttered sleepily as he entered the kitchen. Breakfast, what?...