When Tomorrow Comes Les Mis Novels & Stories

My body aches with it, desperate for release. "Girls," Mr. Miller continues, and I can’t help but loathe the sound of his voice. "Tomorrow morning, you'll hear which of these fine gentlemen has purchased you. Pack whatever you own tonight. You'll be escorted out of the building tomorrow." My face pales. Tomorrow? We are leaving tomorrow? I feel the shock ripple through the girls around me. The weight of his announcement hangs in the air like a thick fog. It’s already late into the night, giving us barely a few hours to pack and say goodbye.