Chapter Six
The sun was bright today. Suzanne vaguely remembered Harold leaning down and kissing her cheek, showered, dressed, and saying he’d call her later, then leaving her housebound, asleep and careless. It was after nine when she finally woke up and climbed out of bed. It had been quite a while since she’d slept in.
She still felt there was a lot Harold hadn’t answered, and she just couldn’t shake this sense of injustice that she’d never felt before. After she took a long shower and dried her hair, she stared in the mirror at her complexion—her unblemished light skin, her blue eyes, her hair the same old brown.
She realized she didn’t have a clue what she wanted, what she needed, but staying here within four walls, day in and day out, was likely why she was feeling so unsettled. A
