Chapter 10
Mr. Cross was asleep when I returned. His glass was empty, he’d kicked off the blanket, and his face was more relaxed than before. Maybe he’d just needed to be home?
I refilled his water, dumped all the cleaning supplies I’d brought in the kitchen, and wandered around the house, picking up laundry. When I got to his bedroom, I hesitated. He probably didn’t want me to go in there, but I wanted to change his sheets.
“He’s gonna yell at you anyway, Cory, so you might as well give him a reason,” I mumbled and opened the door.
It was the cleanest room in the house, but I stripped his bed anyway and carried the linen to the laundry room, where I got the machine going.
Then I went back to the kitchen. I could tell he’d done his best to keep it clean. The dishes were at least rinse
