Alice’s POVArriving at Adam’s cottage was surreal. The inside was quiet, cozy, clean, and the warm air smelled of pine, soadIt was a place that felt alive, or held life, and each painting, or picture, on the wall was intentional – not extravagant like most rich people. “No rush, but the bathroom is down the hall,” he offered, turning toward the large open kitchen overlooking the forest and gardens. “Take your time. If you’d like a shower, please go ahead. I’ll find something for you to wear.”I didn’t realize I was trembling, but the stickiness of the wine was drying in my hair and on my skin.The door to the bathroom was ajar, and when I turned on the light, I immediately felt relieved.It was a cozy bathroom, with a wall heater, several fluffy warm towels, and a massive shower that I was desperate to take advantage of. I considered my reflection as I undressed, the woman looking back at me a stranger. My hair was matted, dried wine and red streaks peppering my hair and my dress.
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