Liza's POV
I walked into the apartment and, as usual, headed straight for the living room. Mom wasn't there, only the old throw blanket lay on the couch, almost sliding onto the floor. I turned off the TV and went to my room. She must have gone out somewhere, though she usually slept during the day. Strange.
The first thing I did was take a shower. I scrubbed last night off my skin with a soapy sponge, trying to wash away the memories that kept forcing their way into my head. When I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling clean and refreshed, I changed into a loose tank top and sweatpants with indescribable relief. I tossed the dress into the washing machine. Once it was washed and dried, I would return it to Vladimir. Let him wear it himself.
Time passed, but Mom still didn't come back. S
