Because now not everything depended on position.
Not from the cameras.
Not from the police.
And it will depend on who he chooses when there is no more room for excuses.
Artyom arrived in forty minutes.
I was staring at the door the whole time.
On the white handle.
Over the shadow behind the frosted glass.
Over the wet footprints of someone’s boots in the hallway.
When he came in, he had the face of a man who still hoped there had been a misunderstanding.
Then he saw my bruise.
I saw Leo in my arms.
I saw a policeman at the window.
And then he aged.
– With…
He took a step towards me.
But I moved.
Just a little bit.
That was enough.
He understood.
“Your mother tried to take our son,” I said. “Your sister was waiting in the car.”
He remained silent for a long time.
At that moment, a person decides what they will be like in the future.
Son.
Husband.
Father.
