My Secret Patient Was His Mistress
Language: en
To scrape together the down payment for the house I thought Brooks and I would share, I became a postpartum doula. I spent my days in the shadows of the wealthy, massaging the aches out of new mothers who lived in houses I could only dream of. My last appointment today was in the gated hills of the North Side, where the mansions overlooked the city like silent, stone deities. The woman who opened the door was draped in a silk slip dress that cost more than my monthly rent. "Make sure you work out the tension in my hips," she said, stretching out on the oversized bed. She lowered her voice,…