While waiting for Marcus, I changed into a nightdress. A short dark red silk material nightdress with a thin strap. The material is soft against my skin. It came with a marching jacket, but I was not interested in the jacket tonight.
After two days sealed in an air-conditioned room, I just wanted to feel the night air again, something real and chill on my skin. Something that could help me feel alive again after so much suffocation.
The telephone on the bedside table rang. Thinking it was Marcus, I went for it as fast as I could.
My heart lifted, feeling a little excited as I reached for it quickly. “Marcus?” I said, but it wasn’t him. It was Sarah.
“Come to the garden,” she said, then hung up before I could respond.
Sarah has a weird way of doing things. She is so stiff, and she f
