I fidgeted with my hands as I saw Mr Lawson moving into the laundry room, his wheelchair creating a buzzing sound.
He moved towards me. "What is taking you so long?"
He stopped before his burnt jacket which laid on the floor close to me. He arched his brow, rested a hand on the armrest and bent to pick the burnt jacket. Instantly, I snatched it from his hold and folded it in my hand.
He looked at me with a frown, his eyes questioning my careless action. I bit my lips and dared to look him in the eyes. He needed an explanation for my action so I gave him one. A lie.
"I haven't ironed it yet."
I knew it was a lame excuse and he might not even believe it because my eyes spoke the truth I tried to hide.
He must have noticed I was hiding something, because he sat up and stretched his
