He didn’t shout.
That’s what made it worse.
He walked past his mother like she didn’t exist…
Dropped to his knees beside Elena… and gently took her hands.
They were лед սառը.
“Why didn’t you tell me…?” he whispered.
She just shook her head… terrified.
And then he stood up.
Looked his mother dead in the eyes and said one sentence:
“You’re leaving. Today.”
The teacup slipped from her hand.
For the first time…
she realized she had lost.
Not the argument.
Her son.
