The moment I finished speaking, she hung up without another word. I decided to go back to the house we once shared. I had left in a hurry last night and had forgotten some small things. The wedding photos in the master bedroom also needed to be dealt with.
As I stepped into the bedroom, my eyes were drawn to the chaotic mess inside. The quilt lay crumpled on the floor, the sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition, the single-seater sofa had been shifted out of place and to my disgust, a pair of men's pants were carelessly tossed onto it. The trash can overflowed with crumpled tissues and as I stepped closer, I noticed a familiar dark-colored box tucked inside. It was then that the unpleasant smell in the air hit me fully. I was instantly nauseated, clutching the wall as I dry-heaved uncontrollably.
Alice, is this the 'work' you were talking about? What kind of job is this?! At that moment, my disappointment in her reached its peak.