Chapter Thirteen

I WOKE WITH A START surrounded by cold water. I felt like a raisin—a soggy, wrinkly, old raisin. A soft knock on the door cleared the last of the fog from my mind. I raised myself from the tub and reached for the towel, then wrapped it tightly around myself. I glanced at my watch on the floor and understood why I was a raisin. A two-hour soak would make anyone look like an old lady.

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