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She put it on the windowsill.

There, under the sofa cushion, was a golden half-moon – a piece of her son’s cornflake that had escaped three days ago. Near the leg of the coffee table, a dark, sandy pile of chocolate biscuit. And by the bookshelf, three tiny, hard breadcrumbs, like forgotten pebbles on a shore. mrvice iz dnevnog boravka audio knjiga

Just a crack.

Ana blinked. She had forgotten that moment. The crumbs remembered. She put it on the windowsill

“We are from Sunday toast. The one you ate standing up because you were late for work. You read one page of your book. Only one. You left us here, three soldiers guarding the spot where you last felt calm. Stay on the floor longer, Ana. Stay.” under the sofa cushion