He was breathing heavily. “I honestly don’t understand what’s wrong with you,” he said. “You’re telling me to pack my bags, to leave our house, knowing you’re going to have a baby?”
“And this surprises you why? Have you seen what’s been happening in our house?”
“Stop talking to me like this in our bed, Tatiana. My white flag is up,” said Alexander. “I have no more.”
“My white flag is up, too, Shura,” she said. “You know when mine went up? June 22, 1941.

Autor: Paullina Simons

He was breathing heavily. “I honestly don’t understand what’s wrong with you,” he said. “You’re telling me to pack my bags, to leave our house, knowing you’re going to have a baby?”<br />“And this surprises you why? Have you seen what’s been happening in our house?”<br />“Stop talking to me like this in our bed, Tatiana. My white flag is up,” said Alexander. “I have no more.”<br />“My white flag is up, too, Shura,” she said. “You know when mine went up? June 22, 1941. - Paullina Simons




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