s. Lester, even in name only. I am the lowes

in the basement, next to the laundry. It has a cot, a thin

took her on a shopping spree, filling the master suite with ex

sh them al

ands into a tub of icy water. The harsh soap stings the cuts on my knu

formal respect, now see me as fair game. They are eag

for me. The maids mock me as they pass

ought she was so

for what she did

ying to scrub it out, my fingers aching and numb. Someone else "accidentally" trips

st get up, gather the c

starts in my chest, a dry, hacking sound that echoes in the cold basement. I grow thinner, the bon

brushing Gabrielle' s hair in front of the fireplace. He' s so gentle, his touch so tender.

d I' m seized by a violent coughing fit. I press a hand to my m

trange sense of ca

m d

care me. It feels like

, so wrapped up in their perfect worl

worn-out apron and cont