I watched speechlessly as Jonathan picked up my already packed bag from the corner of my room it had called home for the past three weeks.
"Is this all you have?" He asked, gesturing to the bag.
I nodded, choosing not to believe what was happening right now. "Do we really have to go this far? Can't you trust her with the truth?"
We had come back together from work, only for Jonathan to stop me when I was about retiring to my room after eating to inform me that Eleni had been discharged earlier that day, and she was flying in the next day. That piece of information wasn't what had me rattled. No, he had, in his own unique authoritarian manner, told me I was to move into his room that night and that was to be our new routine for as long as Eleni stayed with us.
Jonathan looked at me as if I had just said America was filled with only water, then shook his head. "No. I can't trust her with the truth. Not right now."
