The Substitute's Exit: Betting on the Snow
Language: en
When I found my fiancé, who had been missing for six months, he was wearing an apron, helping a woman hold down a squealing pig. His movements were clumsy, and a second later, the pig kicked him so hard he went flying. The woman grabbed his sleeve and hauled him up: "How can you be this useless? Go out to the garden and pick some greens." He gave her a goofy smile, turned around, and that's when he saw me standing there. He froze for a second, then walked over and asked, "What are you doing here?" I didn't know what to say for a moment. Right then, the woman noticed me too. She tilted her…