Kat woke early, confused, on a couch. Why wasn’t she in her hotel room? Yesterday came back in full technicolour. A sense of dread wrapped tightly round her. Breathe. Breathe deep. She needed a plan. She couldn’t stay here. Evelyn had been kind, but Kat could see she was an unwelcome presence.
She got up, unsure what to do. The weight of the key swinging around her neck was unfamiliar. What was that all about? A deep ache pulsed from her side. Her ribs still hurt, the bruises not fading but changing from purple towards green.
Kat slipped the stolen dress back on. She really needed new clothes, or to get back her own. She felt ashamed wearing this dress. It reminded her of how desperate she had become. She should have gotten help. But she’d chosen the easy way. What could be more natural
