Twenty-Nine - SaraWhile Connor was downstairs breaking all of the bad news to other members, mothers, widows, and former old ladies, I found myself back in the second floor bathroom. It was nice to see that the shower curtain had been put back on the rod over the tub, and the linen cabinet had been restocked as well.
I stared at my ratty hair and tired eyes in the bathroom mirror. I wanted nothing more than to crash in one of the bedrooms along the hallway, but I needed to patch myself up from all the glass and clean myself up from the grass and dirt along the side of the road. It had been a long night, and my body could still feel every minute of it.
I ached from head to toe. Muscles I didn’t know I had were in sheer agony. I alternated between hot and cold water on my face to stay awak
