"Ma'am, you can stop trying. Until you apologize to Mr. Sanchez, you're not allowed to use anything he paid for."
"This house belongs to Mr. Sanchez. If you won't apologize, you can't come in."
She looked me up and down and let out a scornful laugh.
"If you ask me, you should just hurry up and apologize. Do you have any idea who Mr. Sanchez is? There's a line of women out there waiting to take your place. Look at yourself. No family background, no looks to speak of. Over thirty and you can't even have children anymore..."
"That woman of his is already carrying his child, and he still hasn't divorced you. That's more than you deserve. So what exactly are you throwing a fit about?"
I cut her off quietly.
"I'm not going in. I just need to take one thing and leave."
The housekeeper choked on her words for a moment, then sneered.
"Everything you own was bought by Mr. Sanchez. What could possibly belong to you? Don't tell me you're planning to steal his jewelry and handbags to pawn off somewhere."
"I just want my medical file," I said calmly. "Is that not allowed?"
She rolled her eyes, went upstairs, and came back down with a manila envelope that she threw at me.