Kendra’s POV
I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling like it could answer something for me.
At some point after they left, I peeled that ridiculous red dress off my body like it was made of thorns. I remember how the zipper stuck halfway, and I nearly cried just trying to get it down. I took a quick shower, barely warm, standing under the water like it could wash the last hour off my skin. It didn’t.
Now I was clean, but not better. Just tired. I had slipped into the only thing I could find in the wardrobe; a pale grey pajama set, satin, soft enough to feel like air but still strange because it wasn’t mine. The top had little pearl buttons down the front. I left most of them undone. The pants sat loose on my hips.
And here I was. On this stupid bed in this stupid house full of d
