She has known since October.

Her husband is at the front. She has been sitting with what she knows for two months, in their apartment in Dnipro, while he prepares to tell her something she already knows, from a trench somewhere she cannot picture.

This is a story told in two timelines. Her side of the line and his. The knowing and the not yet knowing. The specific weight of a secret that only one person is carrying and the moment that weight finally shifts.

Short. Literary. Emotionally precise. No clean ending.