—Don’t tell them...—he exhales evenly, and I unclench my hands and recoil from Dashka, and she rests her back against the wall and slides down it to the floor. — Don’t tell me, they can’t know. — You’ll do a test in two weeks. Pray that she didn’t get pregnant last night, otherwise…” my voice breaks, my throat is squeezing like barbed wire. She sobs, sitting on the floor, and I push the door and leave the closet, leaving Dasha there alone. The rage is suffocating, I can’t breathe. In my head, her voice was gentle when she was under me and clung to my shoulders with her hands. And nausea in the throat from the realization of what the hell we have done.

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