Renee’s POV
I pull the plug to the tub, and watch the water swirl my grime and dirt down the drain along with my thoughts.
I feel cleaner, but not less confused. I slip into a white silk robe that is hanging on a hook and toss my hair into a towel. I wipe some fog off the mirror and inspect my reflection.
I definitely look more refreshed but the dark circles won’t go away until I get some good sleep. I left my suitcase on the bed so I’ll have to endure the cold air outside of the steamy bathroom in order to get dressed.
I brace myself and push open the door and sure enough the cold air is quite a contrast. My skin prickles. But the colder temperature of the bedroom isn’t the only thing I notice. I’m also hit in the face with a strong smell of bacon, maple syrup, freshly squeezed ora
