CHAPTER FOURTY-FIVE
MELINDA
Georgia's apartment was small, maybe half the size of my bedroom at the estate. One room that served as bedroom, living room, and kitchen all at once, a tiny bathroom barely big enough to turn around in. But it was clean and it was hers, which made it worth more than all the square footage I had.
"Shower's through there," she said, pointing to the bathroom. "Towels are in the cabinet under the sink. Take your time, I'll find you something to wear."
I stripped off my ruined clothes in the cramped bathroom, shoving them into a plastic bag Georgia had given me. The cashmere sweater that had cost eight hundred dollars was destroyed, stained with things I didn't want to think about. My pants were just as bad. I'd have to throw them away before anyone at the estat
