SERA

We cleaned up in silence.

Different bathrooms, different sides of the suite, a closed door between us that neither of us acknowledged. I showered fast, the water washing away the sweat and the fever residue and the lingering traces of what we'd done, and I dressed in the nicest thing available — a deep burgundy gown that someone had left in the guest wardrobe, probably for exactly this kind of occasion. Pack politics ran on appearances, and apparently even isolated, locked-up Lunas ...