Leonardo
I watch my wife freeze in place, staring at the thin girl holding a mop and a half-filled bucket. Kim. That’s her name. I made sure to know it when I decided to get her fired from the place she worked with Nayana. She deserved worse in fact. I thought she had left town since then but the moment I lay eyes on the woman again, I feel irritation crawl up my spine. She’s gawking at my wife like she can’t believe what she’s seeing… and worse, she keeps cutting glances at me as if she’s trying to make sense of something.
I don’t like it. I don’t like her.
Kim finally breaks the silence. “Nana? Oh my God, is that really you?”
Nayana just stands there, her shoulders tense and her voice quiet. “Hi, Kim. Yeah… it’s me.”
Kim’s gaze rakes over her — the dress, the hair, the glow, the bag
