Conversation between Lorian and Olga
A lie which swallowed their truth
Olga didn't scream, even though every part of her bones urged her to unleash a scream from the depths of her being.
She didn't throw anything at Lorian, the husband who thought of killing their own blood was better idea rather than paying the debt he inherited from his family.
She remained seated on the couch, feeling paralysed. And she did not lunge at him, claw at his face, or collapse into theatrical weeping, which might have given him something to manage, something to hold, something to soothe with his hands and apologies until the crisis passed and they could pretend it had never been spoken.
