I closed the front door with the distant sound of engines moving along the rural road in my ears. Cars that were five or six kilometers away from me.
Anya was taking too long. Usually she would be home by five, just in time to bathe and have dinner together.
But six o’clock came and she hadn’t even sent a message to say she would be late. It didn’t surprise me, though. I preferred to calm myself by thinking she might be in a meeting with the school’s administrators. Something that wouldn’t surprise me either if it turned out to be true.
So I left the table set and dinner warm in the turned-off oven; I made sure Andre ate, changed Sasha’s diaper and gave her a bottle, then took them both upstairs and put them to bed.
It took me a while to get the baby to fall asleep. I was not yet her f
