HAZEL

The shower helped wash away the dirt and fear from the last two days, but I still had the same pair of pants I drove to Pelican Bay in with only a fresh shirt from Corbin. He’d left it on the counter in the bathroom, so I took it as a sign to wear it.

I’d been full of courage when I’d flipped the shirt on and taken a whiff of his detergent, which clung strongly onto the fibers. But now that I had to walk into the living room and see him while wearing the ...