Olivia
We weren’t expecting any visitors the next morning, so when I heard the sound of someone knocking impatiently on the front door, I was a bit confused.
Nathan was in the shower, so I ran to open the door in my pajamas. My stomach dropped when I saw none other than Maria standing there with another pot of soup in her hands.
“Oh— Mar— I mean, Mrs. Ford,” I said, opening the door a little wider, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Maria scoffed as she walked in. Her judgmental eyes wandered up and down my body. “Still in your pajamas, I see,” she said, her voice mocking me. “It’s almost ten o’clock.”
“Y-Yes,” I said, managing a bit of a smile. “It’s Saturday.”
“Hmph.” Maria gave me a cold look. “Well, I thought I did tell you that I would be back today, so shame on me for
