He didn’t charge me for the emergency rate, and I didn’t argue because I knew I’d cry if he was nice too long.
At 7:40, the house was finally empty.
Not clean.
Empty.
I went room to room with a trash bag and gloves. I threw away half-used shampoo, a toothbrush that was not mine, a cracked plastic pill organizer, two receipts from a liquor store, and a continue reading …
