How Do You Know it’s Over if the Third Act Hasn’t Even Begun? There should have been noise. The grinding of giant gears, the rumbling of...

Epilogue In the summertime, he brings sunflowers to her grave. She loved them so much, kept a small garden even in the middle of the...

Chapter Nineteen Приди, сладкая смерть “I suppose you have questions,” Natalya breaks the pained silence abruptly. There she is in the...