She never once met my eyes. She handed the items to Chester, turned on her heel, and left without another word.
I stared after her, stunned. “Is she also…?”
Chester turned to me. “Yes. You should change.”
His gaze lingered on me for a second—then darted away, like he was forcing himself not to look. A strange, hollow feeling twisted in my chest. Used. That’s what it felt like.
“There’s a private bathroom,” he said, nodding toward a discreet door I hadn’t noticed before. “Go change in there.” he mutters almost breathlessly.
I nodded mutely, and stepped toward him to take the clothes.
The moment I got close, his head snapped to the side. His chest rose and fell sharply, jaw tight, expression completely blank. I snatched the bundle from his hand and hurried to the bathroom, shutting the
