Retrieving the wipes and then the case from the drawer, they opened it and took out the passport and tickets, then the clothes. The idea of getting dressed was almost alien to them by now, and modesty seemed like a bizarre concept. The clothes represented the normality of the outside, and brought with it the obligation of hard conversations Quinn would need to have with her husband. Worse, the dread of having to explain a separation to her family with vague excuses, or explain this sudden change to her couple friends, but the enamour for all these new s****l experiences was too great. What she had with Will was too great.
"Uhh, Quinn?" Will muttered, laying out their clothes on the bed. The items they had been provided were certainly not from their own wardrobe. Will had been supplied wit
