The heat in the bunker's private bathroom was thick, misty and suffocating. O stood under the steaming jets of scalding water, letting the heavy spray wash away the remaining soot, dried blood and the exhausting layers of yesterday's nightmare from my skin. The emerald-green silk gown lay in a wet, ruined heap on the polished tile floor outside the frosted glass enclosure. The steam rose around me in thick white clouds, blurring the edges of the luxury marble room, but it didn't nothing to quiet the chaotic storm that was raging inside my head.
Bought for five million dollars, stolen from a house fire and promised to a northern pack line.
I turned my face directly into the water, letting out a silent, breathless sob. My whole life was an elaborate lie manufactured by corrupt billionaire
