The scarf starts shaking in my hand and it takes me too long to realize it’s because my entire body is trembling.
Suddenly, the clothes I’m wearing feel too tight. It feels like they’ll strangle me to death if I keep them on much longer. So I rip the outfit off until I’m standing there in my underwear.
I put my own clothes back on and return the suit to the walk-in closet, though God only knows if it’s in the proper place.
“I… I have to get out of this room…” I stammer under my breath.
I want to take the scarf with me, but I don’t dare. While I’m under this roof, I need to play it safe. No unnecessary risks.
So I tuck it in the bureau drawer and lurch out, leaving the door cracked behind me.
I’m full-tilt panicking, I know that, but I can’t get it to stop. Maybe it’s the overwhelming
