“Then begin right now,” Brenda ordered as she pointed a finger at the sink. “And when you are finished with that, separate Brandon’s clothes because his shirts must be hand-washed.”
I went into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and washed my face three times with cold water to clear my mind. Then I left the dirty cloth on the counter, went upstairs to my bedroom, and closed the door firmly.
My suitcase was still almost untouched from our move. I quickly packed all my important documents, clothes, my laptop, phone chargers, and the bank card containing our money. I also took the cash envelopes my family had left for me. Finally, I placed my wedding ring next to our official wedding portrait on the dresser.
Down below in the living room, Brandon shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Melanie! If you do not finish those dishes in half an hour, you do not eat today.”
