LYN
I stripped off the cashmere sweater and jeans, folding them carefully. The movements were deliberate, almost ceremonial. I placed them in a clean paper bag I found under Louisa's sink. I was shedding a skin that didn't belong to me. I put on my own clothes from the day before, now clean but feeling worn and inadequate in comparison.
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