Alexandra’s POV
I walk up to the door retrieving my key from beneath my left breast. My fingertips like ice from the December air cut a chilling path along my skin. Nothing in this world ever feels as solid as this particular key. I break out in goose flesh as I place the key in the lock. My breath catches as I set my bag down in the snow.
It is the same every time. Key in the door, but do not turn the lock, place the bag on the ground next to me. Take down my hair and place the clips in the bag, then my jewelry. Watch first, the rings I wear, bracelet, ear rings, and necklace, always in this order. Next comes my jacket, my blouse, my skirt, and I'm left in my underclothes standing in heels in the snow, on the front stoop of his house.
My master's rainbow has four colors, today's color
