He came home early after a canceled meeting. From the hall, he heard crying in his kitchen. And when he opened the door, his new maid stood there with bruises on her face and a baby strapped to her back. What he discovered next brought back his own buried past and changed everything.
The sink water stung her hands, but not as much as the memories burning in her head. She scrubbed the plates hard, her yellow gloves squeaking against the porcelain, while her tears fell faster than she could blink them away.
Her back ached from the weight tied against it—her baby, his blonde head bobbing softly, small hands gripping her uniform. It was the first day she had ever brought him here. The first day she broke her own rule of never mixing her work with her child, but she had no choice anymore.
Her husband was gone.
The fight last night replayed in her ears like broken glass: his drunken voice, the slam of his fist against the wall, the sting of his hand against her arm. The bruise on her cheekbone had bloomed in seconds. She had begged him not to shout, begged him not to…..Read Full Story Here……………………..
