CATHERINE'S POV
I could see Tyler's car not too far away from my house. My stomach twisted at the sight. A mix of happiness and dread built up inside me.
I couldn't deny it—I was thrilled to see him. I'd been thinking about him all day. But of all the days he could show up, it had to be today, when I looked and felt my worst.
"Can you work faster?" Ann's sharp voice cut through my thoughts "My laundry isn't going to fold itself."
I sighed heavily. A literal washing machine sat in the corner, but Ann had an uncanny knack for giving me even the simplest of tasks. She just wanted to see me suffer. Meanwhile, Jack was upstairs blaring music, doing what he did best—absolutely nothing.
"Yes, ma'am," I muttered.
The air inside the house was suffocating, but at least out here in the yard, I
