Ethan walked forward without speaking, gently took the sponge from her hand, and shut off the faucet.
“You’re done.”
“Baby, it’s okay.”
“No,” he said quietly. “It’s really not.”
He took both her hands in his.
They were ice cold.
Wrinkled from water.
Red from soap.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Olivia lowered her eyes immediately.
“You were working.”
“And because I was working, they turned you into a maid?”
Her lips trembled.
“Your mom said if I wanted to be accepted in the family, I needed to help more. Your sisters said they were busy with school and stress. I didn’t want anyone angry at me.”
Ethan felt shame rise like acid in his throat.
“How long?”
She stayed silent.
“Liv.”
Finally, she whispered:
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