После похорон мужа Лере пришёл перевод с его карты. А в комментарии фраза, от которой оцепенела…

Lera crossed the threshold of the apartment and paused in the hallway, still wearing her coat. Her black scarf had slipped off her shoulders; she adjusted it automatically, as she had done everything else that day, without knowing why. Her neighbors were still standing in the entryway, whispering. Someone offered to come in and sit with her, not to leave her alone, but she declined quietly, almost inaudibly, and closed the door behind her. The click of the lock resounded loudly in the empty hallway, alien to her. The "Twists of Fate" channel features gripping real-life stories based on real events. Subscribe to our channel, like it, and share your thoughts in the comments. What would you do in this situation? Your advice is important to the author. You can also anonymously send your stories to our email: [email protected].