Desmond stood rooted to the spot. I couldn't read the emotions in his eyes, and I didn't want to. I turned my back on him.
I didn't know how much time passed before he suddenly gave a derisive laugh.
"Come on, Lenora. I helped Cecily clean her place and didn't help you clean ours. Is that really worth getting this worked up over?"
I kept scrolling through Cecily's posts, tormenting myself. Years ago, when she'd been going to college in the neighboring city, Desmond hadn't made her wait even when they were living apart.
When I still refused to respond, he tried again.
"Fine. I'll go home and clean right now. I promise it'll be spotless when you get back. Happy?"
He sounded as though he were doing me a favor, as if that home were mine alone to keep clean. Even without looking at him, I
