“Hello, Ms. Shelby. I am Mark’s wife. I’ve been studying abroad for the past three years, and now I’m back!”
Sharon Lindsey reached out with her hand toward me.
Though her words seemed friendly, they were full of subtle claims to ownership.
I had been nothing more than a temporary replacement for Sharon during those three years. Sharon was back, and I could be discarded then.
“Ms. Shelby, are you planning on leaving? If so, that would be perfect because I was considering moving in tonight.”
Sharon pretended not to notice when she accidentally bumped into my suitcase.
A pile of photos and small trinkets spilled out of the suitcase.
