She Was “Perfect” When He Was Watching
At first, Amanda performed like a professional.
Soup when I was sick.
Bright smiles at dinner.
Questions about my college classes when Dad was within earshot.
It almost worked on me.
Almost.
Then came the first moment we were alone.
I hadn’t folded the laundry.
That’s it.
A pile of clean clothes I meant to handle after a double shift at the café.
