eyes. “My wife. Tomorrow marks three years since she passed.”

Lupita’s face softened. “I’m so sorry. Let me get a vase. Flowers like that shouldn’t be left to wilt.”

As she walked away, Karla muttered, “This is why you don’t give cleaning staff too much freedom. They start thinking they own the place.”

Ethan looked up.

“Repeat what you just said.”

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