I finished bathing and pulled a towel from the towel rack to wrap myself.
The length was short, barely reaching mid-thigh. I limped close to the door and listened.
When I didn't hear any sounds from the other side, I opened the door and walked into the bedroom, finding the new clothes folded neatly on the bed.
I picked it up, running my hand over the beige pants paired with a white blouse, the soft material smooth beneath my palms.
The person who selected it must have done their homework because the style and the size perfectly complemented my figure.
After putting myself together, I made my way downstairs, not calling Cassian to carry me. The pain from under my feet was bearable.
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15 minutes later…
I stepped out of the front door and found that Ryan was still there.
He was leaning against his car, arms crossed, tension etched into every line of his body.
