I place my backpack onto the bed beside me and toss Oliver's shoes off my feet and onto the floor, along with the two pairs of socks currently on them.
"That's better," I mumble to myself, remembering why I hate shoes. They're nothing but feet prisons that make them sweat and hurt.
I guess the first thing is first; clothes. I shouldn't have too many clothes to go through, since I'm almost positive most of the clothes in the cart were Cinder's. With ease, I pull the closet of the three bags of clothes onto my lap.
I shuffle through the bag as I pull out two sealed packages of black cotton socks, each containing five pairs, and a wadded together pile of brand new underwear. Although tangled together, the underwear still have a tag on them and have never been used, despite being in a sec
