Tabitha’s POV
I don’t know what I’m doing, exactly. My feet just keep moving, taking me toward the locker room Evren pointed to. There’s this strange disconnect between my body and my thoughts, like I’m stuck in a fog and everything’s happening half a second too fast for me to catch up.
When I push open the door, the air inside is cooler. It smells like sweat, rubber, and something metallic. Well, at least it looks clean enough. I stop in the middle of the room while holding a bundle of clothes in my hands. I look around like I’m expecting someone to tell me this is a bad idea.
No one does. So I start changing.
I shrug off my dress and for a moment, I see an image of my mom popping a blood vessel, screaming at me for yanking off a designer gown. She’s not here, so I just ignore the tho
