Three hours of deep kitchen sanitation, laundry washing and folding, baseboards, and bathroom cleaning, scheduled twice a month throughout November and December.

Ethan had told me three weeks ago that he was staying up until midnight every Tuesday and Thursday doing those exact household chores so I could focus on driving my mother Martha to her speech and physical therapy sessions.

He had complained constantly about how exhausted he was from keeping the bungalow clean while I took care of my mother.

I stared at Sylvia’s name printed on the paper.