She's My Personal Maid

Somewhere in the USA…

Micheal Shaw POV

Tears pricked my eyes as I stare down at Margaret adoring smile in the picture frame. I picked it from the nightstand and held it tight to my chest, letting my tears flow freely from my eyes. “Where are you, Margaret?” I sobbed.

“Just come back already and fight me. Please”

I cried for what feels like a long time and finally wiped my tears with the hem of my t-shirt.

“I miss you, Margaret,” I whispered, using my forefinger to trace her lips in the picture.

I sniffed my running nose before returning the picture to its previous position and picked my cellphone beside it. I unlocked it and went through my contacts for Rodney's number.

I dialed his number immediately I found it, and he picked up after the second ring.

“How are you doing, son?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful like usual. I wouldn't want him to notice I just stopped crying. “Wha