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— H O O R —

. . .

A knock interrupts me. Twice it happens, catching my attention to the door that is still closed.

“Come in,” I say, going back to my work.

My ears receive the sound of the door opening and the woman walks in. The sound of her heels striking the floor is loud enough to give me a hint. I do not raise my gaze, eventually recognizing the woman by her cherry and almond scent.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice overly sweet. And I noticed how she missed the word ‘Ma'am’ which she would usually use for me.

Anyway, I pay less attention.

“Morning,” I say, raising my gaze to look at her. “What would you want to tell me?” I ask straight, keeping my hand down which holds the pen.

Her lips stretch in a small smile. “I came to apologize for what happened to you. Because of me, your foot was injured badly. You had to rest for two days and I'm sorry for that...” I wonder if she really is.

After all, she got those days to spend with my husband. Of course, in my absence, it was