Emma

Before gathering a few things from the suite attached to Rett’s, I did as I should have done downstairs and entered the bathroom. My reflection reminded me that Rett had simply zipped his pants and buckled his belt to return himself to a less haggard state. I would need more work to accomplish such a goal.

I ran my hand over my mussed hair, no longer all contained in my braid.

Running a washcloth under warm water and applying ...