TILLY
True to her word, Judy reappeared thirty minutes later to retrieve me from the bathroom. I glared at her from where I was seated on the tiled floor next to the window overlooking the tumultuous ocean. Despite the glaring, she still flashed a friendly smile as she set the bag she was carrying on the vanity.
“I bet you feel much better after that shower.”
I did to a degree. Scrubbing my skin clean and letting the hot spray of water pound against my body had eased a bit of the tension, but not by much.
There was still the awful sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. I was convinced it would never go away. Not until I could figure out how to get out of this situation I was in.
“Not a whole lot,” I replied numbly.
Judy’s smile didn’t falter as she pulled out various bottl
