The Woman of the Hour

POV: VALERIE

I stepped out of the sprawling marble bathroom, leaving the harsh glare of the vanity lights behind for the muted, expensive warmth of the bedroom. The oversized white dress shirt swallowed my frame. The imported cotton brushed softly against my bare thighs with every step I took. The lingering metallic scent of dried blood still clung to the edges of my fingernails. My pulse hummed