“Exactly.” I swallowed, staring at a crack in the pavement. “I don’t even own my own house anymore. I gave him everything. Turns out I trusted the wrong person.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m Alice, by the way.”
“Evelyn.”
For a few moments, we sat there in silence. It wasn’t awkward.
“Do you have anywhere to go?”
Alice shook her head.
“Then come with me.”
Alice studied my face. “And your husband?”
I sighed, already knowing the storm I was about to walk into. “Don’t worry about him.”
***
That afternoon, I helped Alice settle in. She took a long, steaming shower, and when she stepped out, wrapped in one of my bathrobes, she looked almost like a different person.
Her face was no longer tired and shadowed by exhaustion. I smiled as I handed her a pile of clothes from my closet.
“They might be a little big, but at least they’re clean.”
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“I want to.”
She nodded, then looked at me carefully.
“How long has it been since someone did something kind for you?”
The question caught me off guard. I didn’t have an answer. Alice chuckled, shaking her head.
“That long, huh?”
I let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah.”
After she had changed, we sat at the kitchen table with mugs of tea, and the house was unusually quiet. It was strange—having company.
It was the first time in years that I didn’t feel lonely, even in my own home. Moreover, I felt like I had done something right.
Hours later, the front door slammed. Carter was home.
His presence filled the space before he even spoke. When Carter saw Alice, he froze.
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