Broken Lies

Laundry.

Catherine   watched as the blood from her clothes were slowing appearing on the sponge she was using  to clean them.  She leaned over the sink scrubbing  them hard. She actually liked that shirt.  She might have been depressed but she still dressed nice. She wasn't one of those woman who could wear sweats all day and be fine with that. She decompressed differently then others.
She lifted the silk shirt from the sink of blood. She looked  so distraught when she lifted it, watching the little runts of droplets  of blood and water dive back into the sink. " it was ruined " she thought to herself.
" what are you doing ? " Jason called out from the hallway. His voice was of genuine concern, as if he didn't know already or couldn't figure it out. As if he wasn't the reason for this extra chore of hers.
" I'm — I'm cleaning this  shirt "
He walled closer to her and looked at the shirt. "  " I'll  just get your new one " he said in a cheerful voice.  " do you remember the brand ?"
He looked at her for a second. He watched as she tried to think of a store brand that seemed like a store that would sell this bloodily button down shirt. " ah never mind, I'll find something nice for you"  he  placed his hand on her back rubbing it like a good husband would. And then he walked away.
" I like this one" Catherine  said softly.
" what was that ? Jason  poked his head back in the room. "Nothing ."
"Alright  really honey I'll buy you a new one it won't look the same even if you clean it."
Celeste knew he was right. He shirt would be discolored and not have the same feel to it anymore. She quite honestly didn't know why she insisted  on cleaning this shirt.  She dipped a finger in the sink of blood and raised it up to where she could see it.
" it's all mine " she said with tears starting to form around the creases in her eyes. " it's all mine".
She closed her eyes.

Jason  walked back to his office on the other side of their house. For a guy he was so organized. Everything was stacked perfectly, files were neatly placed and his desk had the appropriate about of stuff on it too make him look like he had a lot of work even when he didn't. He forgot his phone on the desk. " stupid wasn't it." In this day and age who wouldn't have their phone strapped to their belt tucked deep in their pocket or clutched in their hand at every second. From there he ran out of the house quite quickly. Catherine watched as her husband hurried to his car. He looked happy to her, or was this the new look of guilt. Still in the laundry room she decided to put a load in of clothes that weren't all ruined with blood. It had been a while she she cleaned the room, it looked a mess. Not like Jason's home office.
She bent down and started to sift through the backers of clothes. She came scores a tiny blue sock. It was mixed in with a bunch of her clothes. She wondered how it had got there. "It had been so long —" she stopped her thought. Without really thinking she threw the sock in the washing machine all alone. She dropped nearly a drop of laundry detergent in and pushed the button to start the wash.
She waited in the laundry room until she felt she had stared at the lonely sock swimming around in soap and water long enough and went back to bed.