Ethan
I grind my teeth as I watch Fiona try to help Ms. Phillips clean the coffee mess. There shouldn’t have been anyone up here to spill her drink. I bought her the drink because I was a bit worried that she was upset.
She was gone Saturday morning when I returned from my meeting. The meeting went longer than I thought it would, so I had left with the intention of being back before she woke. That didn’t happen.
Then, she looked exhausted this morning when she got in the car, making me wonder what she was up to all weekend. Who was she with? What did she do?
I shake the thought away and watch as she throws away the last of the dirty towels. She didn’t complain when I told her we would have to redo some of the papers, and then she’d helped clean when she didn’t need to.
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