At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

were supposed to pour it.”

I smiled.

Exactly the same polite smile I’d worn the night before while she handed me three neatly printed pages explaining everything she expected me to do for them.

Cooking.

Cleaning.

Laundry.

Shopping.

Organizing their bedroom.

Even reminding Tyler about his medications.

Apparently…

She had mistaken me for household staff.

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