Same door, same day

I go back to Mrs. Kessler's house today. The kids are sweet. The closet is big. I pick every look. I am so good at my job.

Mrs. Kessler says she wants me for her sister's wedding in September. Cash and the app. She says she never wants me to have a reason to say no. I almost cry right there. The five star comes in before I even get to the bathroom. Five stars. I read it on the walk down the stairs.

Then the hall goes dark.

He comes out of the study. His hand goes low on my hip, through my dress. I shove his hand off with my palm. I do not say one word. I just walk out. My kit bag is over my shoulder and my heart is in my mouth.

The five star is already in my inbox by the time I hit the sidewalk.

The wedding is nine weeks away. Same door. Same house. I do not know yet.