Bella looks utterly pole-?axed.
“You don't know where your clothes are?” Tears suddenly spring to her huge blue eyes and she fans her face.
“I'm sorry,” she gulps.
“But it's just come home to me how horrific and scary this must be for you.
To have forgotten your entire wardrobe.”
She takes a deep breath, composing herself, then squeezes my hand. “Come with me, sweetie. I'll show you.” So the reason I couldn't find my clothes is they're not in a wardrobe, they're in a whole other room, behind a concealed door which looks like a mirror. And the reason they need a whole other room is because there's so bloody many of them.
As I stare at the racks I feel faint. I've never seen so many clothes, not outside a shop. Crisp white shirts, tailored black trousers, suits in shades of mushroom
