It wasn’t fair to Irene and a part of me wanted to warn her about him, but it wasn’t my place. It would only hurt her and there was a big chance she wouldn’t even believe me.
I turned away from the picture and watched as she rummaged through her closet.
“You really don’t have to do this,” I told her; I was seconds away from backing out of this room, not sure how long I could handle being in here any longer.
“Nonsense,” she told me from over her shoulder. “It’s no big deal. Plus, you can’t walk around without a proper shirt.”
I knew she was right.
It took a few more minutes, but eventually, Irene found a blouse along with a skirt. I frowned at the skirt and raised my eyebrows at her.
“My pants are fine,” I told her, pointing to my pants.
“Yeah, but this blouse requires this sk
