55 Angelo

That night, Linda found sleep elusive, her mind overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts. Deleting Vladimir’s number from her phone, she grappled with the pain of discovering he might be in a relationship with another woman. Why hadn’t he been open with her? Why let her fall in love and then leave her in such uncertainty? The woman’s name was Ksenia, worry etched inside her at the thought of it. As tears rolled down her cheeks onto the bed sheets, Linda consoled herself, promising that everything would be okay. Eventually drifting into a restless sleep, Linda had a very strange dream. In it, she found herself in her room, lying on the bed. Pushing the blanket aside, she stood up, feeling the cold biting through her skin as she slipped on her slippers. She could hear sound of voices downstairs. Curious about the voices downstairs, Linda pushed the door open and peered down to find a gathering of men in coats. The house, adorned with bright lighting from seemingly new chandeliers, surpri