Dancefloor
I was in the shower, washing off the flour from my face and hair when Michael returned. He hadn’t told me where he was off to, but as he left with his dad I just assumed they had just gone out to bond. Jenna spoke to me a lot more today, and that warmed my heart. Mae wasn’t really a troublemaker. She was quiet, just like Michael. And of course, there was Marilynn, who ensured that I didn’t have a second to feel bored, or uncomfortable. She was a sweetheart. “Babe,” Michael knocks against the bathroom door that I had locked just in case. And I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. Unlocking the door, I noticed that his face was a bit puffy. My smile faltered. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, it’s just the cold. I’m still not used to it.” “Oh,” I breathed, “I get that. The drast
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