The food and new attitude did Samantha a lot of good. It was like she walked around the house with a fresh set of eyes. She tied her hair back and started with the laundry, looking at his clothes mixed with hers in disgust.
She was a nuisance.
A bother.
Clingy.
A child.
She punctuated every thought with another item of his she threw in a separate pile to go back in the basket, then she yanked his towel off the hook and threw it on top of everything she left behind. Luckily, the washroom was upstairs, so she took her clothes and sorted them in there before starting the first load.
After an initial pang of anxiety, feeling like she was being petty and immature, she decided that it felt good. Next, she stripped everything off the bed so it could wait its turn in the machines. Feeling a
