The bus hissed to a stop at the village edge. Olesya stepped into the drizzle, one hand on her pregnant belly, the other gripping her coat. She was the only passenger to disembark. The driver offered a sympathetic glance before pulling away.<\/p>\n
The village was quiet\u2014bare trees, rain-slick branches, and the soft patter of droplets on her umbrella. Olesya walked in silence, lost in memories of Andrey: his laugh, his rough hands, the way he said her name like a secret.<\/p>\n
Life before him had been hard\u2014an orphanage, vocational school, night shifts at the metalworks. Then Andrey appeared, an engineer unafraid to get his hands dirty. He saw her, really saw her. Their bond grew over shared lunches and tired conversations. When she found out she was pregnant, he was ecstatic and proposed under the dim dorm lights. \u201cI want you to meet my family,\u201d he said. But Olesya hesitated, afraid of their judgment. Three months ago, Andrey left to visit them alone. \u201cJust a few days,\u201d he promised. He never came back. Rumors swirled\u2014he\u2019d abandoned her, couldn\u2019t handle it. Olesya refused to believe it. Then she overheard the truth: he had been mugged near a train station. He hadn\u2019t survived.Now, she walked the cemetery path, chrysanthemums clutched in her hand. At his grave, she collapsed, tears spilling freely.<\/p>\n
As the cold crept in, she realized her phone was missing. Searching for shelter, she spotted a nearby mausoleum. She slipped inside, murmuring, \u201cI just need to rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then\u2014buzzing. A phone, not hers, vibrated on the stone floor.<\/p>\n
She answered. A man\u2019s voice: \u201cHi! That\u2019s my phone\u2014I lost it yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m in the cemetery,\u201d she said weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was working there. Must\u2019ve dropped it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t feeling well\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Her vision blurred. The phone slipped from her hand.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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