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Sara emerged with the scrubs in her arms and held them up in question. “What should I…?”
“Just leave them,” the woman said. “Follow me.”
Dropping the clothes on the floor felt uncomfortably like littering, but she did as she was told. They stepped into an elevator and lurched briefly downward, then entered a room that looked like a classroom, complete with desks in rows and bland nature photos on the walls.
A few people were already there, young men and women who all looked as bewildered as Sara felt. The woman who had retrieved her handed over the duffel bag, nodded once, and then retreated back down the hall, leaving Sara in the silent strangers’ company.
Sara stood in the doorway, looking around the room. The front hosted a blank wall that she imagined would become a screen. The
