“You’re too kind. If it weren’t for you taking me in, I might be homeless right now.”
A subtle warmth passed between them, an intimacy so blatant it made my stomach turn.
I watched in silence, my expression unreadable, yet a cold detachment settled deep within me.
How ridiculous. I felt like a stranger in my own home.
Could they not have waited a little longer? The wife was still here, yet they carried on as if I had already vanished.
Just a few more days, was that too much to ask?
Saying nothing, I turned and walked toward the bathroom. But the moment I stepped inside, I froze.
My towel. My toothbrush. Both were carelessly discarded behind the toilet tank like trash.
And in their place, rows of unfamiliar feminine hygiene products lined neatly on the counter.
The door swung open, slamming against the wall, and the metal hook at the top struck the back of my head.
A sharp, searing pain exploded through my skull. My vision blurred, stars bursting before my eyes.
“Audrey, could you wait a bit? Let me finish washing these clothes first.”