Cliff. Book 7. Sobolev U.

He does not need me anymore. My husband disappeared. He threw me, the child and simply left, leaving the papers about the divorce, all the property and the ringing void in the shower along with hellish pain. But in vain he believes that I will retreat, that I will not look for, that I won’t rush after him at the very baked and will not go along the very edge of the cliff, where he stands completely alone, balancing over the abyss... I will break into the abyss with him.