Lena’s POVI wake up groggy, mostly because Sybil is already moving about the room with a kind of brisk purpose that makes it impossible for me to sink back under the sheets. She’s rifling through the wardrobe, pulling garments out and discarding half of them across the bed until the surface is covered in an array of colours, textures, fabrics that don’t feel like me at all. I don’t feel like myself the longer I stay here. I sit up, hugging my knees to my chest, blinking against the bright sunlight streaming in from the curtains, and watch her with a strange mixture of dread and curiosity.“We’re going out,” she says flatly, not bothering to look at me as she tosses a navy jacket onto the growing pile. I mourn it, because it actually looks like something I could wear.“Out?” My voice cracks a little, and I have to clear my throat before I can get the rest out. “You mean… outside this place?”“Shopping,” Sybil answers simply, and then finally turns toward me, arching
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