[Margaret's Perspective]
I lay on the bed alone and breathed in the lingering scent of Donald on the blanket.
We had left in a hurry, and no one had come to clean up yet. The sheets and quilts were covered with the dried stains of our lovemaking.
I removed the sheets and resigned myself to cleaning. Since Donald didn't need me to help him with the pack, I could at least do something useful in life. Although I usually had someone to help me clean, it was so late now. I still hoped that if Donald came back, he would have a more comfortable place to live.
I was busy in the house when I heard a knock on the door.
The sounds were very regular. At first, it was three times in a reserved manner. I thought I had heard wrongly and didn't pay attention. After a while, it was the same three times in a reserved manner. The intervals were about the same as before. Now I was sure that someone was knocking on the door, but I was guarded.
