Annalise's POV
I'm not sure that I'll ever feel clean again.
Even after using most of the bottle of shampoo and scrubbing my hair multiple times, I can't seem to get the scent of river mud off my scalp. I tried washing my skin using the bar of soap and my hands, but it wasn't enough, so I reached for the loofa and scrapped every surface of me until I was raw and bleeding. When the cuts heal almost instantly, I do it again and again, scraping off skin.
I feel so dirty. How can I look so pure when I'm a tainted w***e?
Weeping quietly, I press my body up against the tile wall as the cooling water hits my back, my face buried deep in my hands. There are so many things to cry about--the loss of my brother and father, my aching heart over everything that has happened between me and Logan, my
