I didn't trust the cleaning lady to meet her standards, so I always cleaned the house myself. Every time she broke out in a rash, I blamed myself for not cleaning thoroughly. Now that I think about it, all that effort became expected and unappreciated.
Her phone kept buzzing. She smiled as she replied to messages. She nudged her suitcase with her foot without even looking up.
"Since you're already doing laundry, wash the clothes in this suitcase too. I can't stay here, I'm going to a hotel. Call me when the place is clean." She tucked her phone away, said that casually and turned to leave.
Watching her walk away, I called out, "Wait."
I hobbled after her. Her eyes landed on my injured knee.
"You really got hurt?" Her eyes filled with doubt as she frowned, "I thought you were faking it …"
I didn't explain. I shoved the condom into her hand, "Take this with you. You'll need it."
Olivia and I hadn't used condoms for a long time. She knew exactly who she needed it for.
Olivia looked at the item in her hand, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.