Eloise stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her chest, barely covering her upper thighs. Her damp hair clung to her back.

She rubbed her shoulder and looked around the room, then walked over to the closet. She opened it, half-hoping to find something—anything—to wear. It was still empty.

With a sigh, she shut the door and sat at the edge of the bed. Her shoulders slumped as her eyes landed on the clothes she had worn earlier.

“I can’t wear that to ...