After stripping off my clothes, I picked up the shorts she'd lent me. The fabric was soft and stretchy; it smelled pleasant, like her.
I pulled them on, adjusted them at my waist, and they fit snugly. I tightened the ties, zipped them up, and slipped into the comfortable bed, pulling the frilly bedspread over me.
I felt like a gloomy Disney princess.
Everything in the apartment screamed girlishness and smelled of flowers.
Taking out my phone, I sent Olfie instructions to bring my car home in the morning, along with fresh clothes. I also instructed him to install new cameras in the parking lot so every inch would be visible.
Taking out the folded note, I reread it and wondered if it was written in real blood.
The handwriting, though shaky, was written very firmly, and the words were underlined to make it seem more terrifying.
After reading the note, I decided to look for information about Zara's parents.
