She jumped down from the step stool and shook out her sleeves. That didn’t work. She had to roll them up, and when she did she found moths casually strolling along her arms.
Why weren’t they trying to escape?
What did they want with her?
She smacked them like mosquitoes and they died a quick death. But they didn’t fall and flutter to the ground. They just stayed there, smashed against her skin, until she peeled them off.
Part of her wanted another shower, but what would be the point? She’d just have to fight the moths again when she got out.
So instead of a shower, she grabbed the vacuum. The stick vac. If you took off the bottom part, you could use it like one of those handheld ones. Olivia had discovered this by accident.
She plugged it into the socket in the hallway, just o
