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The courage caused by a tiny memory left with the doctor, and apathy surged through me. It was not so much caused by his words about infertility, but by the simple fact that nothing could last forever.

Alyosha brought me more coffee. Boris disappeared somewhere: either he closed himself in his office, or he left home altogether. To be honest, I didn't care. Oddly enough, I was glad to be alone, to digest, so to speak, the doctor's visit and in general everything that had happened since I returned home.

Home ... Anyway, neither this word, nor the word "husband" somehow did not fit in my head, and somewhere there was a tapping, but a feeling of foreignness drilled through.

I tried to think soberly and rely on my feelings, since my memory refused to help me, but that was the problem: there were no memories, and the sensations were very contradictory, confused and exciting.

Anxiety rolled over me, then let go, but something else did not take its place, and the muffled emptiness inside beg