tools for serving her family.
Rosie’s voice echoed in my mind again. Something cracked inside me like ice on a river.
The week after that conversation dragged by. Melinda’s words rang in my ears every time I saw her.
On Friday evening, I was dusting the living room when Melinda came home early. She said we needed to talk.
I set down the duster and asked if something happened. She said she got a promotion and was now the manager of the laundry chain.
I told her congratulations. She said she had to do some work from home and needed a home office.
She said she was thinking about using my room. I froze and asked where I was supposed to sleep.
Melinda shrugged and suggested the storage room. She said it was too big for one person and I only slept there anyway.
A wave of anger rose in
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