About the book: 2024 / My husband can’t explain what he’s doing with his pants down in the dirty bushes with my best friend. My heart practically stops, I stop breathing. I don’t want to listen to his stupid excuses and just ask him to put on his pants. And then I run through the park, shedding tears and cursing everything connected with the phrase “Happy Family.” “Damn you,” I shout. And I don’t understand how I fly into an old mansion and knock over a rack with collectible wine. Bottles worth several hundred thousand break, and I meet a predatory gaze, which plunges me into fear.18+