“You can’t even walk!” With a sneer and a mocking smile on his lips, the man looked down at her from above.
“Why did you come?” You don’t get it? Your life is over. I… My life has changed.
“Do you want me to rewrite it in a dramatic, literary, cinematic, or other way?”
“Finally, something is right!”
Elena didn’t say anything.
She merely gave them a quick look.
They were both there.
He was hot and restless, and his shirt collar was coiled up like his mind.
She was perfect and calm, like a hospital waiting room with no people in it.
“So, why are you here?” Elena finally asked, her voice flat and lifeless, like an EKG without a heartbeat.
“I think it’s best to tell you directly, before you hear it from someone else.” “We’re leaving.”
We are moving into our new apartment.
Your house.
We used to own the apartment, but now I can’t do it anymore. He pointed vaguely at his feet, as if that answered everything.
Elena grabbed a little file from the table, preparing for this moment.
“Here it is,” she said calmly as she handed it to him.
“Everything is in there.”
Will.
Changing who owns something.
They needed a starting point.
“I’m finished.”
“You’re giving us the house?” he questioned.
“Are you really giving us the house like that?” the landlady asked, without venturing any closer.
“Yes.” It’s her’s.
“I have other things to do.”
He laughed, but his face soon went from arrogant to scared.
“More stuff? “You can’t even walk!”
Elena closed her eyes.
It was a short moment.
When she opened them again, her eyes were serene and steady. There was no anger. She just had to deal with the unpleasant truth.
Then she gingerly took the blanket off her legs, untied the cane, and sat up.
One step.
Another thing to do.
The sound was quiet, but every step felt heavier than anything that had been stated before.
He didn’t move anymore. She—the other person—had her mouth wide open and couldn’t explain how shocked she was.
Elena said, “I was in an accident, not a life sentence,” without rushing.
“But it doesn’t matter now.”
“How can you say that?” he said quietly.
“But you said the doctors…”
“You know what’s best for you.”
I just need some time.
And get some rest.
And keep away from you.
And you gave me all of that. “By accident.”
She opened the door. Before she left, she looked back one last time.
Her voice was clear and forceful in the calm, like a bell:
“You took my house.”
“I took away your freedom.”
Her partner exclaimed, “What?” in a terrified voice.
“What do you mean?” he said. the but his voice was shaky.
Elena smiled, but it wasn’t easy.
The document. Read it slowly.
Pay special attention to the last page.
After that, Elena left the room.
She walked quite slowly on purpose.
The silence behind her didn’t just go away; it exploded in their imaginations like a bomb going off, not in real life. It was like something blew up in their heads, but it didn’t happen in real life.
The man opened the file with shaky hands. He turned the page. He turned another page. When he got to the last page, his face turned pale.
His mouth moved, but there was no sound.
In the last paragraph, it says:
“The terms of the attachment say that the new owner can only get the property if they agree to take care of a child born out of an affair.”
He raised his head. Their eyes met.
“You didn’t say anything about a kid.”
She looked down. She swallowed.
“Because…” she mumbled, “…it’s not yours.”
One sound broke the silence.
Elena’s walking stick stopped thumping steadily and dryly.
