About the book: 2023 / - My husband and I want a child. – The patient repeats for the second time. “Yes, I understand,” after a long day of work, I only have enough to say a few words. “We hope for your help.” — The woman turns to the chair. “Really, dear?” “We hope,” the husband says dryly. And, as if sensing my gaze, he suddenly raises his head. “The husband is infertile.” The owner of the clinic said that you are the best... - The woman begins to talk about my merits. Shares hopes. And I go deaf and bite the inside of my cheek until it hurts. In order not to collapse, I grab the door handle. And I eagerly examine the man’s painfully familiar eyes, his high cheekbones and the mole above his right eyebrow. Exactly like my eight-year-old son. Backstory - “I will forget you.” CAN BE READ SEPARATELY