Alexa

Did she just mention that she had sold Trisha? Well, I didn't wait for a confirmation as I dragged a cloth into the restroom, changing into it, and a scarf to cover my hair.

I was now in the kitchen washing and scrubbing on the back of pots, my hands red from the impact of the aggressive detergents. I made sure it was sparkling that I could see my face in it.

The plates never seemed to lessen in number, as I washed until I couldn't feel my palms again. It had gone numb.

My back arched from the workload, but I dare not complain as I continued.

"Are...