32: Beatrice

I stepped out of the shower, the wound in my side a sharp reminder of my mortality as I hobbled to the room to find clothes. My hair stuck to the side of my throat and my eyes had small black circles along the bottom where my mascara had run in the steam. I was never great about removing my makeup before a shower and it showed. 

“Bea? You done?” Trey’s voice called out for me from the hall where he had gone after making sure I could navigate the shower on my own.

“Not yet,” I called out. The drawers in this room were filled with clothes my size and I was hit again with the irony that Alessio had everything I needed before I even got here. It was almost as if he had planned it.

The room blinds to the windows were closed and I could see the sun shining through the small slits on the side of the frame, casting