AMELIA
"I am asking you a question, Amelia," said my mother impatiently. "Explain these."
She tossed a handful of the condoms on the sofa. I licked my lips nervously. I still couldn't think of what to say. Why had I even allowed her to do Damian's laundry in the first place? I should have known that if there was something dodgy to be found in his room, my mother would be the one to find it.
I took a deep breath and tried again to speak. "Mom, I-"
What could I say? That Damian probably still used the condoms to sleep with other women? That some of the condoms were given to him as a sample by someone? I probably would have gone with the later explanation, wild though it seemed, if not for the fact that Damian probably had a lifetime's supply of condoms in his drawer.
"I know exactly wh
