LEXIE
For the first time since I arrived in Harlow, I had a full day off, no drug store, no organizing dusty storage rooms, just me and an entire day to myself.
I woke up late, took a long bath, and then spent the morning washing my clothes in the small sink in my room. I hung them to dry on the back of chairs and the windowsill like I was living in some old movie.
“Living the dream,” I muttered to myself as I smoothed out a shirt. “From running for my life to playing laundry maid in a biker town. What a glow-up.”
By midday, the sun was warm and bright. I decided to explore Harlow on foot. I slipped on my shoes, grabbed a small bag, and stepped outside.
The town was quiet in a peaceful way. Trees lined the streets, and a few people waved as I walked by. I passed the drug store, the
