Sue glanced at the calendar on the wall.
Two more days.
Just two more days, and she’d be free of this place.
But before that…
“Can you come with me to visit my mom’s grave?” she suddenly asked.
“Of course, but you need to take care of yourself first. Otherwise, she won’t be able to rest easy up there.”
Irwin then turned to head to the kitchen to make her breakfast.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Ava barged in, dragging a suitcase behind her.
“Irwin! Sue! My ex-husband’s been harassing me again! Can I crash at your place for a few days?”
She kicked off her shoes, shrugged off her coat, and made herself comfortable on the couch like she owned the place.
The next second, she caught a whiff of something delicious from the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she rushed over.
“Irwin! This smells amazing! Ugh, Sue, I’m so jealous. You’re so lucky to have such a great husband.
“Not like my ex—fucking deadbeat loser.”
She whined about her ex, laughing and joking with Irwin as they fed each other bites of breakfast.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Sue watched them for a long moment.
And suddenly, she felt… out of place.