Elizabeth

Elizabeth barely slept. The little sleep she got was restless, haunted by John’s cruel words.

At dawn, she got up early. Her eyes fell on the clothes she had left on the desk. She began to put them away in the wardrobe.

Most were dresses or skirt-and-blouse sets, almost all of them black, some dark blue or shades of gray. They were simple, and some resembled a maid’s uniform.

Still confused by what had happened the night before, Elizabeth tried to find some logical explanation.

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