He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

beside the service door.

She didn’t ask whether I’d changed my mind.

She simply handed me a folded bundle of gray fabric.

Her work uniform.

A plain housekeeping dress.

A white apron.

A plastic name badge.

Seeing my own reflection dressed as someone who cleaned my house felt strangely unreal.

“You still have time to leave,” Grace said quietly.

I looked at myself continue reading …