Mr. Bennett stared at the window.
“I’m still here, Maria.”
“I know,” Mrs. Alvarez said calmly. “Which is why I’m saying it in front of you.”
For the first time that day, I almost smiled.
She showed me the bathroom attached to his bedroom.
Everything had been modified.
I looked at him.
“Why is that good?”
“People who aren’t nervous usually hurt me.”
I swallowed.
That answer revealed more than he probably intended.
I approached carefully.
“I need to help you remove your shirt.”
“I’m aware.”
I began with the top button.
My fingers
Not because of him.
Because somewhere across Chicago, Brandon was still sick.
Because I had twelve dollars left in my purse.
Because if I lost this job, I had no idea what came next.