Because now not everything depended on the position anymore.
Not because of the cameras.
Not from the police.
And it will depend on who he chooses when there is no more room for excuses.
Artyom arrived within forty minutes.
I stared at the door the whole time.
On the white handle.
About the shadow behind the frosted glass.
About the wet footprints of someone’s boots in the hallway.
When he entered, he had the expression of a man who still hoped that there had been a misunderstanding.
Then he saw my bruise.
I saw Leo in my arms.
I saw a police officer at the window.
And then he got older.
– Of…
He took a step towards me.
But I have moved.
Just a little bit.
That was enough.
He understood it.
‘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, someone decides what he or she will be like in the future.
Son.
Husband.
Vader.
