Lara
The clothes in my hands were tangled together with towels.
I stared at the mess for several seconds, convinced there had to be some explanation for it.
There wasn’t.
My father had thrown everything into the same load.
Clothes. Towels. Everything.
The result was a disaster. Tiny pieces of white lint clung to every dark shirt and pair of pants, making the entire load look like it had been attacked by a snowstorm.
I slowly turned my head and looked around the laundry room.
“You have got to be f*****g kidding me.”
I closed my eyes and dragged a hand down my face.
How was it possible for one man to make something as simple as doing laundry feel like a life-threatening event?
I shoved the ruined clothes back into the machine, ripped the towel away from my face and marched into th
