Anna Dovgalyuk Novels & Stories

Magdalena finished packing her last suitcase and wiped off sweat from her forehead. She's been packing since yesterday, after she made final decision to leave her husband, Alik's house who she married at the age of thirteen. Yes, thirteen years, when she was still playing with her dolls, chasing butterflies out in the field. The arranged marriage took her childhood and virginity away.

I continued to check off names until I reached the anonymous girl. I cleared my throat "name?" I said trying hard not to look up from my clipboard. A few seconds passed with out a response, so I looked up to meet her gaze. Big gray, green orbs met mine. She has long eye lashes and thick steep arched eyebrows. She wasn't short, I bet if I got closer her head would be alliend with my jaw. "Adria Doveling" she finally answered. I nodded and looked back down at my clip board, "ok what's your ag-" I stoped and looked back up at her. "Doveling? You're the daughter of Abby and Joshua Doveling?"