HE
053
התיק שנשארתי איתו
אני זוכר את הלילה שהגיע אליי, לקו הטלפון הישן במשרד החקירות ברחוב אלנבי. השעה הייתה עשר וארבעים ושתיים.
EN
06
The Cedar Gave Me the Truth
The last thing I remembered was doubling over in the kitchen, a bolt of pain so fast and fierce it drove
EN
07
After the Delivery, the Nurse Handed Me My Baby and Said, “Watch the Video I Sent Before You Trust Your Husband Again.”
After the Delivery, the Nurse Handed Me My Baby and Said, "Watch the Video I Sent Before You Trust
La vida
05
“Svetlana, is that you?” — a dry, detached, even slightly irritated female voice crackled through the receiver. — “Yes, it’s me. Good evening,” I replied, trying to place the tone. — “This is Olivia, your ex-husband’s wife,” she clipped without any introduction or greeting. — “I have two pieces of news for you. First — Mark is dead. Second — come pick up his mother. Because I don’t need her here.” I was speechless.
Friday was drawing to a close. The clock had nearly struck eleven in the evening. It had been an exhausting
DE
01
Das Jahrhundert-Hochwasser kam früher als erwartet
Der erste Presslufthammer vor dem Fenster begann um Viertel nach sieben. Sabine Steinfeld saß auf der
ES
09
El hombre que firmó el divorcio con alivio… y pasó años buscando a la mujer que perdió
La pluma hizo un ruido seco. Casi insultante por lo común que sonó. Como si tres años de matrimonio se
EN
08
The Handyman Fixed My Daughter’s Fence and Heard a Baby Crying Under the House
The call came while I was in the lumber aisle at the Home Depot out on Franklin Road. My phone buzzed
PT
066
A Pousada das Patas não aceita desaforo
Eu tava na parte de trás da caminhonete verificando a caixa de descanso dos cães quando ouvi a voz da
EN
06
The Day I Changed the Locks
“Mr. Pearson? I think there’s a kid crying inside your daughter’s house.” I almost dropped my coffee mug.
PT
030
Talita parou a caminhonete em frente ao portão de ferro retorcido e não desligou o motor. O barulho das cigarras naquela tarde de dezembro em Pedra Azul era ensurdecedor, mas não abafava o som do que ela via. Seu Valdomiro, pai dela, setenta e cinco anos, curvado sobre um carrinho de mão carregado de feno seco. A camisa xadrez grudada nas costas, o suor pingando do queixo. O termômetro no retrovisor marcava trinta e oito graus.
Cláudia, esposa do irmão mais velho, estava sentada na varanda da sede do haras. Vestido de linho claro