With nothing but hope and some savings, Lika left. Her friend Oksana welcomed her: “Don’t even think twice! I have a spare room.” For the first time in months, Lika slept in peace.
Sasha panicked, begged, and showed up at Oksana’s, but she blocked him: “She’s not your maid anymore.” Over the phone, he pleaded: “I miss you… For the baby, Lika…”
She replied, “Do you miss me… or are you just afraid of being alone?” and hung up.
Lika gave birth to a son. The delivery was tough, but holding him, she knew it was worth it. With time and support, she rebuilt her life.
Sasha came once more with toys and promises.
“You can see your son,” Lika said. “But I am no longer yours.”
Then she closed the door — and smiled.
