Everyone had choices, but Esther had none. She had to trust Bradley's promise. At least seeing Felix would ease her longing for her child.
"Thank you, sir," Esther said, taking a deep breath to calm her restlessness. "If you don't need anything else, may I clear the dishes?"
Bradley didn't respond, simply rising and heading upstairs.
With her head down, Esther respectfully watched Bradley leave before tackling the dining room and kitchen. She worried he might check for cleanliness, so she wore kitchen gloves and meticulously cleaned, even disassembling the range hood.
She finally caught her breath once she finished in the kitchen and dining room. However, the living room phone rang.
Esther hesitated but answered. "Hello?"
"Can you transfer the call to Mr. Warner?"
"Of course, please hold."
Esther recognized Mandy's voice but wondered why she was calling Bradley.
"Sir, it's Ms. Pendleton on the line."
Esther gently knocked at the master bedroom entrance, reminding Bradley to answer.
No response from the room.
"Yes?" Bradley, freshly showered, impatiently took the call.
"Bradley, my mother and I have nowhere to go," Mandy said, her voice teary. "We can't even stay in a hotel."
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....