ARIA
“What a day!” I said the moment I kicked the door shut behind me.
I dropped my bag on the floor without caring where it landed and dived straight onto my bed, face down, arms wide, letting the tiredness swallow me whole. “Come here,” I called softly, lifting my head to look at my cat. She stared at me like I had offended her ancestors, then finally jumped up and curled beside me. I smiled and rubbed her head. “You have no idea how tired I am.”
I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, my body heavy but my heart strangely full. “But it was a fulfilling day,” I whispered. “Very fulfilling.” My mind drifted back to Mrs Mary Smith’s house, replaying moments I had watched quietly from beside her. The way her husband looked at her when he complimented her. The way he reached for her
