The day had gone by slowly, with Mirabella doing what she did best — keeping herself busy so she wouldn’t have to think too much. She spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and toilets, scrubbing the counters, and sweeping the floors. Then she moved to the laundry, sorting out the dirty clothes that had been piling up for days. She poured detergent into the washing machine, stuffed the clothes in, and stood by as the machine rumbled to life. The smell of soap filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of lemon air freshener she’d sprayed earlier.
Hunter was literally everywhere.
He followed her around like a lost puppy — or more like a nosy shadow. When she went to clean the bathroom, he was there holding the mop, insisting he could do it better. When she tried to hang the clothes out o
