The Morning That Changed Everything at a Quiet Laundromat

laundromat so quiet?

Then I noticed the folding table beside me.

My laundry—the same heap of clothes I had stuffed into the washer—was now stacked neatly in organized piles. My uniforms folded crisply. Willow’s clothes arranged by size. Towels folded into smooth rectangles.

Someone had done all of it while I slept.

I looked around. No one was there.

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