He could keep it.
I wanted no argument that I had taken something that belonged to his family.
Downstairs, Mason shouted.
“Olivia!”
I closed the suitcase.
“Those dishes better be done before Mom starts lunch!”
I pulled up the handle.
His voice grew louder.
“Olivia!”
The suitcase wheels thudded against every stair.
By the time I reached the bottom, all three of them were staring at me.
Carol’s face drained of color.
“What are you doing?”
I adjusted my purse.
“Taking your advice.”
Mason stood.
“What advice?”
“You said I shouldn’t live here for free.”
I smiled.
“So I won’t live here.”
Carol stepped forward.
“Do not embarrass yourself over something this ridiculous.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“You’re leaving your husband because he asked you to wash dishes?”
“No.”
I looked directly at Mason.
“I’m leaving because my husband threw garbage at my face and announced that marriage made me his family’s servant.”
