When I get into the living room, Nina is sitting on the sofa in semi-darkness. She’s not doing anything there. She’s not reading, she’s not watching TV. She’s just sitting there. And when I open the door, her eyes snap to attention.
“Nina?” I say. “Everything okay?”
“Not really.” She glances over at the other end of the sofa, and now I notice she’s got a stack of clothing next to her. It’s the same clothing that she insisted I take from her when I first started working here. “What is my clothing doing in your room?”
I stare at her as a flash of lightning brightens the room. “What? What are you talking about? You gave me those clothes.”
“I gave them to you!” She lets out a barking laugh that echoes through the room, only partially drowned out by the crack of thunder. “Why would I give my maid clothing worth thousands of dollars?”
“You”—my legs tremble beneath me—“you said they were too small on you. You insisted that I take them.”
“How could you lie like that?” She takes a step toward me, her blue eyes like ice. “You stole my clothing! You’re a thief!”
“No…” I reach out for something before my legs give out under me. But I grasp only air. “I would never do that.”
“Ha!” She snorts. “That’s what I get for trusting a convict to work in my home!”
She’s loud enough that Andrew hears the commotion. He dashes out of his office and I see his handsome face at the top of the stairs, lit by another bolt of lightning. Oh God, what is he going to think of me? It’s bad enough that he knows about my prison record. I don’t want him to think I stole from his own house.
“Nina?” He takes the stairs down two at a time. “What’s going on here?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on!” she announces triumphantly. “Millie here has been stealing from my closet. She stole all this clothing from me. I found it in her closet.”
Andrew’s eyes slowly grow wide. “She…”
“I didn’t steal anything!” Tears prick at my eyes. “I swear to you. Nina gave me those clothes. She said they didn’t fit her.”
“As if we would believe your lies.” She sneers at me. “I should call the police on you. Do you know what this clothing is worth?”
“No, please don’t…”
“Oh, right.” Nina laughs at the expression on my face. “You’re on parole, aren’t you? Something like this would send you right back to prison.”
Andrew is looking down at the clothing on the couch, a deep crease between his eyebrows. “Nina…”
“I’m going to call them.” Nina whips her phone out of her purse. “God knows what else she stole from us, right, Andy?”
“Nina.” He lifts his eyes from the stack of clothing. “Millie didn’t steal this clothing. I remember you emptying your closet. You put it all in trash bags and said you were donating it.” He picks up a tiny white dress. “You haven’t been able to fit into this in years.”
It’s gratifying the way Nina’s cheeks turn pink. “What are you saying? That I’m too fat?”
He ignores her remark. “I’m saying there’s no way she stole this from you. Why are you doing this to her?”
Her mouth falls open. “Andy…”
Andrew looks over at me, hovering by the sofa. “Millie.” His voice is gentle when he says my name. “Would you go upstairs and give us some privacy? I need to talk to Nina.”
“Yes, of course,” I agree. Gladly.
The two of them stand there in silence while I mount the flight of stairs to the second floor. When I reach the top, I go over to the doorway to the attic and I open the door. For a moment, I stand there, contemplating my next move. Then I close the door without going through.
Much quieter this time, I creep over to the head of the stairs. I stand at the edge of the hallway, just before the stairwell. I can’t see Nina and Andrew, but I can hear their voices. It’s wrong to eavesdrop, but I can’t help myself. After all, this conversation will almost certainly involve Nina’s accusations about me.
I hope Andrew continues to defend me, even when I’m out of the room. Will she convince him that I stole her clothes? I am, after all, a convict. You make one mistake in life, and nobody ever trusts you again.
“… didn’t take these dresses,” Andrew is saying. “I know she didn’t.”