A Ten Year Severance

Summary

I woke up at the bottom of the stairs, my head throbbing, the cold hardwood pressing against my cheek.

Marcus was sitting at the kitchen island just a few feet away, deep in a Zoom call. He didn't even glance up.

My ten-year-old son, Hudson, was scowling at his textbook on the sofa. "You just made me miss half my French tutoring session."

Looking at these two identical, ice-cold faces, a sudden, suffocating wave of anger washed over me. I had served this man and his son for a decade. I had just fallen and blacked out, and neither of them had bothered to ask if I was alive.