The shower in the hotel was one of those outdated barely functioning reminders that the place hadn’t been fancy when it was built some time in the early eighties, and that it had never been properly renovated. It made Elizabeth weirdly nostalgic, it reminded her of going on family holiday’s when she was a kid, before her father had died.
She stayed in the shower for what felt like an eternity, using every drop of the tiny bottles of pearlescent pink shower gel which were provided by the hotel. She considered calling for Sawyer to get him to bring up her own stuff from the back of the car, but she didn’t want to bother him.
She stood reading the back of one of the empty bottles under the water, seeing the words “elegant scents of lily of the valley and jasmine” and thinking that it smell
