Chapter 10

Anita’s POV

After some time, Martha went inside. I stood up and dragged the bag from the table, wanting to go in too but as a first step, the sound of Martha’s brother, Zach, yelling from the living room broke through the quiet stillness in our small apartment.

“Martha! Take out the trash!” Zach’s voice rang through the walls, followed by a frustrated sigh from the other room.

They both walked into the kitchen, meeting me there. I turned my face to Zach, meeting a cold stare from him and to Martha.

She groaned loudly immediately, her head falling back against the wall behind her in defeat. “Why do I always get stuck with the grossest chores?” she muttered, looking at me for sympathy.

I smirked, “Because you’re the youngest, and he knows you’ll do it,” I said, half teasing but mostly glad it wasn’t me.

Before she could protest further, Zach appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “Martha, come on. It’s literally your turn. Don’t make this a thing.”